Hey you with your sleepy eyes and you don’t say a word
Maybe the curtain of absence went down
My heart obeys you more than a ring on a finger
A flock of doves carry my longing for your gratification, it moves through my veins
The sound of the doves cooing melts my heart
People who dress in expensive clothes and business suits, still talk to me
God blessed you with a nice body, with some parts moderate, some extreme, and I was blessed with the skill to write a poem that the Nation of The Prophet will argue about
You closed the door to communication, you stubborn and abundant
You thought I would stop thinking about you, but instead, my longing increased
Maybe you forgot to lock the door…
Oh my friend:
Celebrate every Eid with me
Long live love, loyalty and justice 💕
