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