We wander in wilderness hunting for Love only to discover that Love is lingering at the doorstep of the Beloved, admits Mujeeb Jaihoon.
The root of my sanity
The fruit of my humanity
The fire of my activist within
The robe of my ascetic within
To look upon in fear: the Hope
To grab when I fall: the Rope
The armor in my fight
The argument in my right
My heart escaped its death
Throb I when in your desire
Times many have I died in the past
When for a while I fell from your love
Life becomes tasteless and colorless
Comforts when much, your love but less
O Meem!
I searched everywhere for Love, whereas-
Found it lingering at your doorstep
Feb 20 2020
