Whispers of unmet desires and despair dance in these mystic verses by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Did I ask for a dream,
In your eyes, didn’t gleam?
Did I hope for a flower,
You un-destined to bloom?
I am not sad, though,
For what you didn’t bestow.
Rather, I am disheartened,
I desired what you disliked.
Ya Wahhab! Ya Razzaq! Ya Fattah!
Let me not even crave, forget have;
The gift you never wished to give
Nov 29 2023 | Jamada Al-Awwal 14, 1445
