Menthol Balm

This poem is a declaration of love to my bundle of joy, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

Oh to be a creature whose very presence soothes, 

whose single glance can unconditionally affirm one’s existence

To have eyes that resemble turquoise waters of the homeland,

a glassy convex like marble 

                that stirs the heartstrings of grieving souls 



Slow-blinking, enormous windows

whose only purpose is reflecting Light 

                                    to His creation

The thickest kohl outlines the green gems

resting above my moist pink nose, 

Drawn by the Hand of Al-Jamal Himself.

Permanent make-up you could only dream you had 



Al-Jalal dressed me with the softest cloak of caramel, 

brush strokes of brown and beige from my forehead converge 

and fade into an obsessively stroked silky white chin,
                            
like honey dripping onto clotted cream 

I am more delicious to eat than a buttery croissant, 

               more enjoyable to drink than a foamy cappucino!



The wavelengths emitted by my vibrating larynx can heal

That’s why I used to loaf on her chest while she ached and slept-

bald like a baby

I was her guardian angel, 

with my paw outstretched

each purr a purified plea to the Owner of All Mercy 

“Heal her, Ya Shafi!“ 



I act cold, a bit like her,

but my heart is made of cookie dough-

so vast it expands to enwrap with love

mostly feminine souls, though.



I am a cooling balm to those distressed,

a warm furry hug to her when she is bereft 

I am a child to her with whom she is obsessed 

a playmate with the skills of an acrobat

though my claws come handy in combat..



A reminder of Ar-Rahman, 

Elegance personified,

the most loyal friend-

so tell me, reader:

have you guessed what I am?