SOULS SAP

Two souls lay bare
On the altar’s everywhere
Their corrals soaked
In union.

When the topic of parting
Gently opens the eyes
The windows to the soul
To see the impending “Bye-byes”
On the nearest horizon.

Seen in serene glow
Of the farthest tower
Seeping through
The western window.

Through the transom
Of soul
Two tiny streams of
Sap flow out.

To sprout
Two more
Of gratitude

For I set out to get goods
And you gifted me
………….Goodness.

Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim.
Mere Maula
Tera karam.

 Glow Worm
08 August 2005

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