Now, I see you!
Slipping down the morning leaf,
like a dewdrop, I feel you.
My love is that brisk moment,
when a tiny thorn pricks my finger
–Oh! I touch you.
That passion in intense kisses,
Off those gasping breaths, I catch you.
The love of our souls on sleepless nights
and comforting beds,
Like my dreams, I cuddle you.
While my eyelids rests,
the chiming chirp touches the first sun,
In that morning,
. . . I meet you.
– Kabir Malik