Love in Waiting
Posted by Osman on February 2, 2008
by Jamshyd Osman
From a tiny clot she coagulates
Butterflies her conception generates
Instant thoughts of tiny feet & legs forming
Not a sign not even a warning
As an abstract thought she exists
Keeps us warm in these nights of drizzles & mists
With hope & glee we pen our lists
Praying that nine months pass devoid of any twists
Spawned in the heavens
Spawned off love
A gift of life from above
From decaying hearts sprigs buds of hope
Rejuvenating those who dwell without scope
We knit for her aspirations
Envision her treating patients
Making me tea, looking after me
Being my eyes when I can’t see
We supplicate for a righteous slave
Bowed head, in adversity brave
An advocate of the Truth
A sharp tongue against the brute
She will stand like an Oak among the palms
Just her eyes would flock lads in swarms
Even beasts submit to her charms
Anxious to cradle her in its arms
Her destiny by now prescribed
From her first words to being a bride
A miracle transformation inside
From her Maker’s workshop to our side
In her mother’s womb dwells my pride
