When I Meet You At The Feast Poem by Anwer Ghani

When I meet you at the feast, your warm hand will shake my hand and touch my heart so I will intone like a loving worshiper in an old mosque. When I meet you at the feast, you will smile at me like a pure sky and I will sing a joy as a butterfly came out in the morning to manipulate roses. When I meet you at the feast, you will kiss me deeply, so my cheeks will be reddened, and you will leave in my depths an indelible love. When I meet you at the feast, I will hug you strongly, and I will teach your ribs the story of eternity as if I were seeing you for the first time after an absence of ages. When I meet you at the feast, my face becomes softer, and my eyes become very bright as if I had just emerged from a silver lake. When I meet you at the Feast, I will love you so much, and I will be full of joy, as if I were a shy girl whose lover had just told her that he would ask her hand from her family on Thursday.