The Most Beloved, You
My heart became an unwavering tornado,
Unable to choose the perfect emotion --
Was it the grief of nothingness,
Or the impatience to embrace everything?
Even though, only petals of roses
spluttered from my mouth,
in Your praise.
Only streams of pearls
flowed down my flustered cheeks,
in Your fear.
Only peaceful humility fuelled wings
to a heart full of roots when I prostrated
And I knew my heart was once again
Pregnant with hopes of bliss.
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