Zabaan

Heaven’s sparkling musk scented dew perspires

On crystal embedded cushions lay a loving that never tires

Many a mirror in between pearl bead passionately admires

Majestic cries that reach out further and higher

Angels in the 12th dimension that form celestial choirs

Beyond a million and one, nay infinite, false desires

Comprised of comet water and stardust clay

The generosity of hands yesterday

Sweet ripe fruits of April and May

Distributed across three lands today

Shit…

Someone pre-emptively get the gurney

The next few lines have started their own journey

Dancing in palatial gardens where no bell is to be rung

They’ve begun to hum where no poet has ever sung

If not paused now it might burst a lung

The rest of this …

Can only be written with my tongue

It’s from الله