Come, When...
When the vessel of my patience is empty
Come, fill me to the brim with love.
When the tide of my passion is rising
Come, meet my turbulence.
When thirst parches the desert of my soul
Pour over me; fill me with your flood
When the sky of my hope is clouded
Bring your sunshine, warm me up.
When desire fully engorges my being
Fulfill my craving, with your soothing touch.
When my sorrow touches its peak
Give me solace with your tender-speak.
When I am lonesome and weary with life
Be my companion, my pain imbibe...
When my spirit is suffocated and oppressed
Fill me with the fresh scent of your breath...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
01.04.2009
Image: "Off" by Edmund Blair Leig
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2009-04-04 at 13:43
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