Had God ever asked me: what is it that I long for?
A beautiful home,
Occupying small space in lush meadows
At the corner of the world.
Desolate and serene
Like Hermit’s Hut.
Amid trees tall and underneath shade.
Something burned thrice a day
At the very side.
And big portion of the day
In some times.
Rising wreaths aroma laden.
Had God ever asked me: what is it that I long for?
One angel and a rustic me,
In simplest form.
Sans care
What I wore and how I talked.
Inhibited potentials of words,
Least existence of the attire.
Smile prevailed the kingdom.
Reality proceeded dream.
Had God ever asked me: what is it that I Long for?
A place in the meadows,
At the corner of the world.
Where, My hardest toil to give birth.
My hardest task to feed the baby.
My movements defined within premises of fancy,
My fancy sans any premises.
I daily explore what is new ashore?
Came each dusk with end of once visited history.
Had God ever asked me: what is it I long for?
A starry night, naked sky.
Amid the shelter of hairy board,
Barred circles.
Enclosed and fastened.
Fastened and enclosed to avert wetty excessions.
Where, Breath work for fire.
Heart beat the sweetest music.
Had God ever asked me: what is it that I long for?
Not the ‘Xanadu Kingdom’,
Nor ‘Meg-the gipsy-‘s Moors’.
But, Sophie’s World.
A beautiful home,
Occupying small space in lush meadows,
At the corner of the World.
Had God Ever Asked Me?
sophia hayyat
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