Hearts Voice

Methinks this heart should some rest find,

Amidst these sweet blossoms freshly born,

They’re proud of the essence they leave behind

Until my wound is healed by these flowers with thorns.

I sat with a cherubic longing all the day 

Gazing upon these blooms from early hours,

Longed may display a leniency for my long stay,

Blessed, they are by the unseen powers.

I sat listening to the music of clear streams,

They float with forbearance to their mother sea,

Without  hurry or delay in moony beams,

Obeying their oath for those who are thirsty.

Before the summer, they must reach

In their way, whoever comes, they kiss each.

-----Poet Affaq