I Go Missing At The Meeting Hour Poem by Mohammad Younus

I go missing at the meeting hour,
When I'm seated near your window,
I lose my existence like a sculpture...
...of snow-man,
That melts in the twinkle of an eye,
In the sun-heat that tells the end of-
Winter and the beginning of spring,
I envision setting in of eternal spring,
Where every annihilated seed sprouts again,
Flowering on rebirth and emitting fragrance,
I visualise swarms of bees swaying and singing,
That never give up their mellow buzzing,
When the morning breeze waves around!
Yes, I visualise perpetual flowers of paradise...
...blooming;
I visualise a constant melodious flute sounding,
Idyllic-meadows ceaselessly echoing,
That's my original home where I long to go

Mykoul