And I Keep My Fingers Crossed. Poem by M. Asim Nehal

As the thoughts fell word by words from imagination,
On the rocky heart, it started to melt,
Like dewdrop on the rose petal.
The fragrance of love spread quickly,
like the moonbeam on the dunes of sand,
And started to rise like the morning sun.

The lifeless ideas started to crawl,
Like a caterpillar ready to become a butterfly.
On the endless bending of the sky,
My thoughts reached the cosmic shores,
And started to plummet drop by drop,
Like the spring from the ocean of emotions.

When I try to see from the prism of this life,
The poetry I wrote in the endless sky,
My vision returns with an emptiness.
The clouds that have covered the moon and the stars,
Will they ever appear in the sky again?
Another day to pass another night to wait,
And I keep my fingers crossed.