Who Is There At The Door, Knocking? Poem by Aftab Alam

Who is there at the door, knocking?
Waited for eon, who is breaking?
Squeezing my time swelled balloon
In a solitary, secluded, deserted lagoon
Although my hut is here, I am not
I am there, up above the heavens knot
A naked soul prostrating, kneeling
Filling and feeling love, only love
Let me inhale peace,
Let me put hue into my eyes
Let me become a wise
Surely, there I will rise
In the love window of your heart
Through your feelings
I love you
As a fragrance of peace and love
O ye the holy creation of Lord