Is It a Poet In Making

Is it a poet in making? Or I have gone astray…! O my Lord in the heavens Then You shouldst pardon me For Him, Your beloved prophet. See! He is accompanying his widow-mother To her husband’s grave… A pious woman in veils Blubbering badly! Rubbing her brow with the grave’s dust and sand. And how! He—a cute tiny boy Is waking his fainted mother up. Or He is playing with Sheba the girl shepherdess In the mountainside Hide and Seek And she is biting her back O! For a future reference…