My Heart Urges Poem by Shahida Latif

My heart urges for the sun,
To enkindle its dark world;
For the moon,
To relish with the vision,
Of extended charm of the sky,
Adorned with the golden ornaments;
For the dew drops,
To savour coolness of the dawn;
For the rose,
To experience intoxicating fragrance;
For the breeze,
To be caressed with gentle kisses;
For the sandy beach,
To offer my feet to the waves,
To be touched with the liquid fingers,
Where I might find myself,
A goddess and the waves the devotees,
Rushing for the sacred touch;
For the polite gentle love packed words;
That might blot the fatigue, tedium,
Of tiresome tedious life;
For the long sojourn at night,
To be led to clear clean lake,
Where I might find the glimpse,
Glimmering reflection of the moon,
With myriad stars:
Thoroughly another reflected world of illusion;
For the liberty of a cloud,
That rides floats unchained,
On the shoulders of the wind.