Perhaps I Am Writing A Poem

At 0430 hours I left hot bed in a cold winter, being called by nature, or an alarm of a conjugal love, or being blessed by God, perhaps all the three, three in one and one in three. When I switched on the light, saw a sick woman who was sometimes ago, a model of service, a model of sacrifice, a model of beauty, perhaps all the three, three in one and one in three. Even now when she feels well, a nice cook, cooks nice dishes, a beautician, makes up and looks so appealing, or a beloved, a teen aged girl, perhaps all the three, three in one and one in three. By 0630 hours, I cleaned the utensils, boiled water for drinking, had a cup of tea with some biscuits, I think she is an amazing investor, or a foresighted trader, or just a true lover, perhaps all the three, three in one and one in three. In morning prayers someone whispered, I don't like you while you offer the prayers, or when you cry on your sins, or when you feel proud of your prayers, perhaps all the three, three in one and one in three. I didn't like you, in fact I loved you, when you looked at her with a smile, or when you were busy in sweeping and cleaning, or when you were boiling water for drinking, perhaps all the three, three in one and one in three.