PLEASURE

What is pleasure?
The first drop
From the dark clouds of the
rainy season.
The first beat of a drum
in a fair.
The first song of girls
in a wedding house.
The first cry of newly born baby
The clouds of horizon in the evening.
The sight of the Eid Moon.
Heralds of spring in an autumn-stricken garden.
Like the messenger
who brings solacing news?
O pleasure! You are the wave of life
You are the soul of universe
I have seen you
rarely
very rarely;
I have no complaints.