A single Tear Drop

By: Sister Mardhiya

Spanning the delicate threads of life,
reliving the motionless soul within.
Trapped, are my coded jestures;
for an awaited meeting.
A single teardrop,
flowing in your love,
pairing with the cries of your lovers,
in order to reach you.
Silence . . .
Deafening moments of serenity,
adding a color to my teardrop,
as it rolls down my cheek.
Travelling from valleys of Mecca,
to the pleasant neighbourhood of Najaf,
Tell me O' beloved;
are you by your mother's grave ?
Though wingless I may appear,
I shall fly past the boundaries,
like the migrating bird in the heart of sky,
with your love flaming in me !
A single teardrop,
leaving a kindling ray of hope . . .