Come Soon Poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani

A great celebration is afoot
The skies illuminated by colourful
Stars, tables with red roses lay,
A Fairy in attendance says:
How long am I to wait?
Where art thou? Pray
Come soon.

Excited and in high spirits
I'm no bird or wings to fly
Intoxicated by aromas
In a hurry to make it or die
Jump into the fathomless sea.
Hope to reach. Still hear:
Come soon.

The deep blue is comfy cool
No whales or high waves disturb
I am not soaked or scared
But I know not the way
Until a little finger reaches me,
Uriel, Archangel of Justice says:
Come soon.

The eternal garden is abuzz
Fêted sages and spiritual dons
Gleefully eat quails with Tahura wine
Enveloped by alluring fragrance of
Roses, musk and ambergris.
Where am I? Pretty girls whisper:
Come soon.

I am perhaps in a wrong place.
I am ready to plead a pardon now.
A guest raises palm to signal me
I swoon and about to drop
Pretty girls hug and uphold me,
It's Khwaja Garib Nawaz who nods:
Come soon.