Queries Of Love Poem by Donward Bughaw

'Shall I ding my secret on the ears of air? '
I asked the crescent moon just to be fair;
And as she beamed her please to me,
I knew that I must it free.

'Shall I ding the past on water's ears? '
I asked the stars in thought of ponder;
And as they winked their gleams to me,
My lonely heart aglow with glee.

'Shall I entomb our memories to Lethe? '
I asked myself on deep reminiscent;
My mind said 'yes', but heart argued:
'No you don't for it was precious.

'Shall I have my Amory again? '
I asked the beggar like I'm insane;
'Live in fairy tales, ' he laughed and said,
'Then you'll find the one that God had made.'

Then I asked the Almighty God:
'Am I free to chase the love?
Can I know who the one you've made for me,
That I could start loving her today? '

Then the God smiled and replied:
'You poor creature seek the love
Yet you are young to pamper it,
I am the God and you must wait.'