Wandering in this fierce perplexity,
with my craving heart and wistful face
yet cant find you
with my pleading hands.
People tell me that
the angels are flying high into the skies,
and i begin seeking you with seasons,
yet can’t find you
for the cloud in my eyes,
Too often did I do
even a fervent prayer,
therein, couldn’t find I
that reviving courier.
I don’t know how often
do you watch me in this disarray,
but still do I beg your being
in the sanctuaries
by curling up my own carcass arms
around myself groaningly –
entreating you from the above,
I see you soaring aloft
while gazing at the same sky,
you always would say,
together, we would fly.
I see you glowing in white,
carefully wrapped in cloud’s sheet,
when the cloud draws your image in its shield
you wander in delicate
like a stardust, so affectionate.
The wind whispers your name so divine
when closely hearken you talk to the wave
and chasing the flocks of angels
who are protecting you in fly.
You will be always my angel
and pray you like a nightingale,
no matter how hardly you abandoned,
but I will always remember you
like a sacred resplendent.
By: Abdul Samad Haidari