My Pasr --Dead, Blind, Deaf, Mute Poem by Mohammad Younus

My past—dead, blind, deaf, mute,
Yet it seems alive, trying to rise,
Causing tremors in my heart.
The strings of my lute quiver.

I drop to my knees,
Imploring my frightening past:
Please, stay out of sight,
Do not spoil my present!

Once a friend, now a cold enemy,
Sending chills down my spine.
Now, I am fixed with my friend in spring,
Who touches my head with musical winds—
A divine thing I've aspired for since my remote past.

I longed impatiently for this friend,
This friend—sun's light and celestial music.
Dear, I love thee;
I sink in your musical tunes and awesome light.

God's presence lights on my present.
He says: my dear,
I have shone on you in the past as well,
But you sat cross-legged, eyes closed.
I am thine, you are mine.

And so, I wake up,
Heart beating fast,
O Love, your musical touch and sweet words
Have unveiled to me your face, my true essence.

This is what I dared to say,
To my Love, at last.

-MyKoul