My Joy In Your Rough Hands (An Enchirion's Story) Poem by Abdul Wahab

Do not keep me
As oysters keep their pearls
Very safe
From the danger
Of the rough winds
Like a child
In a womb
Or wealth in a volt
As it changes my colour
From white to yellow
I fade my lustre
Day by day I lose
My strength
Miss your warmth
The cord bent
Upon the cage
In praying posture
I call for freedom
And your love.

Hold me tight
On your chest
Let me ride
Play with me foul
Tear wear me apart
Treat me as a child treats a toy
In Your rough hands lies my immense joy.