for Neelain Muhammad
My eyes shine
at the fleeting butterfly
from your heart to words
and the roll of your accent
like gentle, old man river
the simple joy of expression
beneath the humble cap, white robe
your skin belies
the warmth of your concern
so put on your glasses
dip your head
to the microphone and
your eyes shine
Bismillaah 'irrahmaan 'irraheem...