Jaihoon contrasts the solitary inspiration of pain with the newfound inspiration of love, suggesting that the latter enriches the creativity.
They challenged,
“Until now, life’s field
Was your own
You chose which seeds
To be grown
You shared with none
Time’s crown
You were free to roam
As much around any town
You traveled without any ban
Your ideas flowed as water ran
None pulled you hard
With the strings of love-
No rose made the nightingale
In craze drive
Your ego burned
In the oven of pain
Like a sword, become
Your thoughts’ pen
Your were lost
In the world of books
You hardly knew
How the reality looks
Your pen was sharpened
With pain of solitude-
Now with Affinity,
What will inspire your tide?
Your time and space
Are by her bound
To spare your time
You are lawfully bound
So tell us in words straight
What about will you write?”
I answered,
My thought’s waters gush
Like in an ocean
Watch how Nightingale sings
In Rose’s passion
The Heavenly Lord has blessed
With an earthly mercy
Watch how my lines soar
As if to Rumi returned Shams.
March 04 2004. Edit Sep 10 2024
