You arrived panting
for water
to the eternal Ocean of Love
yes, Her.
nursed like an enfant
beyond the prescribed period
merely out of mercy
Rahma
you drank to your fill
thirst no more
how you left
like an ingrate
tells an ocean worth
of the womb story
you lament to every heart
seeking home
which shall NOT be found
until you truly love
only then will
both womb and bosom
embrace you
my child
