Friday, January 15, 2010

Lover -- a poem


What is a lover 
who did not
one day (or night)
declare the Love?

What is a cloak
which was not
one night (or day)
torn and shred? 

You hide 
and hide and hide and hide
'Til the core of your heart 
is infused with the secret. 

What perfume is this
that which not
day and night 
escapes its folds?

Declare the love!
Declare the love!
Oh you lover, 
declare the love!

What is this life?
Which is not
at this moment
put aside. 

Make way for Love!
Make way for Love!



2:12 AM
January 15, 2010
At the writer's desk

Dedicated to Nimra Amjad-Archer. 

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