You, Blue Of The Open Sky Poem by ALI RIAZ

You don't know how many days I
was waiting for you —
to make your reminiscence good.
You don't know how many nights I was waiting for you —
to make your smile great.
You don't know how many moments I was waiting for you —
to make your sound precious.

When I first met you,
I thought — 'what a fool! '
But when I began to know you,
I found you cool.

When I wished to touch You —
Blue of the open sky —
I never felt that
you were only visible,
not meant to be touched.

When you made me rapacious,
I became a slave
to your own tactics.
And when I returned to reality —
my God better knows
how He helped me
to cross the scar of sea.

I've come to know
your false composition of colour.
I've come to know
your false attraction of beauty.
I've come to know
your false mitigate of smile.

I've come to know —
God created you,
God sent you,
God placed you —
not for me,
But to let me live.