The Gift
The fresh waters of Neelum, The mighty peak of Habba Khatoon, And my longing heart for love. The thundering clouds above Call out the name of my beloved. May my hue and cry Lead me to thee. My heart cries for the love you carry. I wish to hold you in my arms and weep— For the pain I endured, And the suffering you bore. I looked up into the sky. The first drop of rain touched my face, And the thunder roared your name. The first ray of sunlight after the storm, The blessing after every trial, The happiness after pain, The gift after longing. Hooded eyes, a thousand words. A soft smile, hidden pain. Long hair, a million memories. Joona. Janam. Habibti. Hadi;Ya Allah, Let this longing find its home. Let my heart meet the one it calls. Let love become our destiny.
