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…
Copyright © Fayaz Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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