The Coming Poem by Shaharyaar Kamaal Siddiqui
The Coming
I come to your abode, with wishes unfulfilled,
Like a faqir, with calluses and wrinkled face,
Sweaty and dark, arriving on a hot summer noon,
Tracking miles, barefooted,
At the doorsteps of the Pir's mazar,
Breaks into rapturous bliss,
Tears and smiles alike, unceasing,
And falls like a broken twig,
Conquered by love and longing!
-© Shaharyaar
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