Despite aspiring and expressing love for the Beloved Meem in the sweetest and dearest of metaphors, the poet still feels they are inadequate.
Oasis of my desert,
Spring of my well,
Coal of my fire,
Light of my caravan;
Joy of my monsoon,
Canoe of my river,
Melody of my song,
Tap of my dance;
Honey of my hive,
Gem of my treasure,
Throne of my kingdom,
Moon of my skies;
Apple of my eye,
Desire of my dreams,
Scent of my soul,
Pride of my existence.
Thus, I greet him:
Meem, my heartbeat—
And yet feel my love
For him: incomplete.
Thursday, Feb 03 2022 | Rajab 2, 1443