The Love of Mustafa soaks our eyes in the Zamzam of longing and reduces tsunamis of life into mere ripples— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Once again,
Am I alive,
Blood flows.
My eyes are soaked;
In the zamzam of longing.
To live have I a purpose;
And to die for- an excuse.
Heart’s set on fire,
Provoked I am with desire.
Passionate as ever,
Passive no more.
Once again,
I am on the move,
Tsunami: mere ripples.
I Recognized my self
Its scent, hue,
Journey,
And Caravan.
Found the coal,
To burn my soul-oven.
Discovered the oil,
To kindle my poetic lamp.
Came to hand riches,
Gold and silver,
Rubies, and
Gems.
Once again,
Medina’s love resurrected,
My verses from the tomb within.
Sep 29 2013. Edit June 2021
