Faith

I have lined up the threshold,
Of my soul with lamps of hope;
From the blossoms of passion,
I have threaded garlands for Him;
The kohl you see in my eyes,
Is the soot of fire in my heart;
My fidgetiness is the expression,
Of my irrepressible madness,
To be held in His arms forever;
I find no reason why I should not,
Lope after Him down the alley,
Of years and decades,
Infiltrate through barbed woods,
Dive into vortex of feral oceans,
Scale mountains of willful snow;
After all, His name is my vigor;
There’s nothing, which is really mine,
Whatever I call my possession,
He has granted me on lease;
I wait for him in unyielding
Hope, patience and faith,
In the penumbra of His Eternal Light,
So shall my obstinacy be,
Until He envelopes me.