Buddha Waiting Under The Tree Poem by Fatima Alzhara Rafa

Feel it as it is—
the human body learns to adapt,
the smallest truth, the toughest fact.
I am young, I am aware, I rule—
yet some things the nervous system
cannot control.
Say my loneliness ends so soon—
say my face is round like the moon.
Say I'm someone's wife ahead,
and tell the stage of love has begun.
Say you love the girl I am,
say I'm someone dear to thee.
Buddha waiting under the tree,
waiting for love to find me