Metaphor Poem by Mohammad Younus

Moonlight lights up the face of my Love...
...standing behind the black veil;
Showing her glimpses to me...
...like the firefly twinkling at night
Could it actually be my Moon rising...
...from behind the black clouds?
I need not look up to view...
...with my head's fleshy eyes...
...the bright moon smiling in the sky;
Rather I look down to reminisce about...
...my beloved moon of my bygone days;
Who would wait for me in early morning...
...at her Upper-storey window...
...before disappearing in the shine of the day.
True have said the sages of yore:
Metaphor is the bridge to the Truth!
(Al majazu quntaratul haqeeqat)

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