A Poem (08)
This longing is raging,
Her smile that shot me gently,
Infiltrate, deeply rooted in mind,
Dear God,
Cover me, oh God,
Ghurfah Hashim ‘Ashari
Monday, 4 February 2013. 8.22 p.m.
By: Ismail Sunni
Muhammad
This longing is raging,
Hidden in serenity,
Streamed down all together with time,
While successively slowed down,
Waited for and stocked still in amazement,
Her smile that shot me gently,
Her laughter that was very enticing closely,
Her thin pink lips,
Her beautiful gaze eye balls,
Her curved black eye brows,
Her overripe cheeks,
And her heart integrity.
Infiltrate, deeply rooted in mind,
Lulled into security within the dance of wave,
That keep climbing and sailing through,
Swallowed up every chip of my melted thought,
As if a pinch of dry sand,
That struggled to get loose,
And hoped the cool of a drop affection dew.
The one that turned the heart back and forth,
Heap me up with bubbling over love towards you,
With outpouring of your pity and mercy,
With shiny yearning embrace of you.
Cover me, oh God,
Bring me, oh God,
For forever,
Don’t let me detached from your bond.
Dear God,
Towards you, I can only put my hope,
From you, I knew the main purpose of life,
It’s baseless to say you were not my dream,
It’s underneath your affection and unbelievable love
I could breathe till this time in this way.
I could breathe till this time in this way.
Ghurfah Hashim ‘Ashari
Monday, 4 February 2013. 8.22 p.m.
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