LOVE at my doorstep
At my doorstep came Love.
I was lying restless on the floor.
She hesitated to knock at the door.
She paused and was about to go.
She would return – I hoped so.
She came back and asked me a question –
Any want? Any desire? Any suggestion?
I cried, “I have wanted you all the ages.
Let me be out of the earthly cages.”
The door was open.
She smiled. I smiled.
I cried. She cried.
We cried.
She laughed. I laughed.
I wept. She wept.
We wept.
The door remained open.
(01/07/2012)
Prof Vaseem Qureshi
