The Holy Blackstone

The Holy Blackstone I kissed The Holy Blackstone at a very early age I was very young, though I could remember One thing clearly. I needed someone each time Of circling the Kaaba, to hold me up to face the Blackstone. I am much older now, never got a chance to visit The holy Blackstone for one more time. Neither Do I aspire for holding the memory of kissing Holy Blackstone for long. Age brings stupidity, helplessness. My world is not black though, not even clouded As black is only the absence of light, you can say. I could see the light glittering in your full eye, now. And all I see is a rare moment just to begin our Peek-a-boo time!