Belarus Poem by Asma Khan

He came to me like the morning sun
Never waited for before
Blazing and shining
Spreading new hopes with every ray

He appeared to me like the moon on a cloudy night
Never seen before
Somewhat hidden and somewhat shown
Playing with my sight the whole night

He passed by me like the winter breeze
Never felt before
Soothing and calming
Refreshing every sense till satisfied

He touched my heart like the heaven's call
Never heard before
Faithful and strong
Making me fall at the first prayer

He came to me like the first bloom of the spring
Never observed before
Young and vibrant
Showering colors of fragrant hues all my way