Not the innocence in his eyes
Nor the tenderness of his voice
Not his Intelligent mind
Nor that smile sublime
Not the fullness of his lips
Nor the swagger of his hips
Not his humor understated
Nor his humility deep rooted
None of it explains
What got me slained
Why this feeling of oneness
Why this sense of closeness
Why this notion of near death
Why heaven at hair’s breadth
His attributes cant be blamed
Many have attributes same
In the midst of this storm
Nothing makes sense or form
All around in gushing winds
His lips, his eyes, his voice sings
A song that seeps deep within
soaking my soul, drenching my being
Rupturing me with wild ecstacy
Mutilating me with dire misery.
Ambreen
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