Junaid Abdul Wakeel Poet Romanticism

My Left Rib

MY LEFT RIB

The day thee were created 
A soul mate was made
Right from your left rib
She is your soul mate 
A soul full of affection 
Waiting for thy infection 
Affection plus infection 
To draw your vision 
And catch your mission 

He is eagerly waiting 
For the presence of thee soul mate 
Whose vessels are full of love 
Thee soul mate thy love is vital 
like a soul
Thy love is bleeding like a heart
Thy love is flowing like oxygen 

I'm waiting for thy love
Pictorial like a heart
Waiting to see your eyes 
Brighter like a rounded moon
Waiting to glance through the face
Lightening like the sun
Thy black skin like Indigo
Thy white teeth like corn 
She's eagerly waiting 
Waiting for her lover
Praying day and night 
For a true lover
Waiting for a right man
To ask for her right hand 
To make a right partner
For the eternity right journey 

If love is blind 
Then let I be a blind 
For I want is a true lover
If love is a dream 
Let I be a dreamer 
Continue dreaming of my soul mate 
Till the dream come reality 
If love is a river
Let I be a swimmer
For I want is a lover
If love is an ocean 
Then let I be a sailor
For I sail the boat to look for a lover
If love is a war
Let I be a warrior 
And save my lover
If love  is a ball
Let I be a player and be a keeper 
For I want to keep my lover

Dear soul mate 
 If thee be a root
I will be a stem
 If you be a flower 
I will be a fruit 
 If you be a snail 
I will forever be thy shell
If thee be the head 
I will be the neck
For I hang thy head
If thee be the tree
I will be branch 
For  branch we use to climb 
Eagerly! Eagerly! Eagerly!
I do wait for thee

©® Abdul Wakeel 31/7/17 
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