Ask Me Not Poem by Shaharyaar Kamaal Siddiqui

In the garden bright, bathed in sunshine white,
Lined with dazzling daffodils and marigold ochre,
Aroma in the air and semblance of the heaven high,
Why the vagabond bee, fluttered and alighted gently,
On the shaded, lily hidden behind the shrubs unseen?
Ask me not!

In the ways of the wind wanton, soaring high on the hills,
Caressing the boughs and rustling into the thicket green,
Howling and teasing the gentle body of the river serene,
Why it stopped, rested and looked intently,
Landing like a breeze on the shy rippled lake,
Cooed and kissed incessantly?
Ask me not!

Plentiful was the rain, gushing and flowing,
Thorough countryside and towns alike,
Like an mystic faqir on paths untread,
Life to lands, soul to dead fields,
Why it drenched a sparrow in the nest little,
And plucked its heart with joy unseen,
Ask me not!

Not the riches it seeks, nor the nights of pleasant sleep,
Love when strikes, decapitates all strains of thinking clean,
Intrudes in hearts and binds beyond colour or creed,
Distances are shortened and borders breached,
Through unspoken words messages of silent hearts reached,
In the bondage of love, only love speaks,
And will you ever know why it all happens?
Ask me not!

©- Shaharyaar (Year-2015)