Wait I Am Coming Poem by Mohammad Younus

Love is the songbird -
perching secretly—
In my soul - deep inside,
And sings - mellow songs -in sweet tunes,
And never stops— singing — at all,
I've heard it in the chilliest winter;
I've heard it in cheerful spring;
I've heard it in scorching summer;
I've heard it in fruitful autumn -
Calling out to me—
Wait, I am coming;
I am in nothingness -
Nothingness is not a trivial thing -
Especially - when it is pregnant -
with the superlative sound -
Explosively thrilling and vibrating -
That turns inside-out in a hush.

Mykoul