Lovers treasure the love and revere its pain, without expecting any apology from the beloved— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon

Body and soul mine
Bled enough
Swallowed have I
Tears enough

Robbed of my rest
And peace;
Leave me alone
To suffer, please

Love’s
The vast field
Pain:
Its harvest-song

If not the lush field-
May I cherish its bare song?

For, your love treasure I
And its pain revere I

Forbid me even if
Your love-vault
Apologize not
For your fault

March 30 2013. Edit July 15 2021


Mujeeb Jaihoon

Mujeeb Jaihoon, reputed Indian author, explores themes of universal love, deeply embedded in a disruptive spiritual worldview.

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Mujeeb Jaihoon

Mujeeb Jaihoon, reputed Indian author, explores themes of universal love, deeply embedded in a disruptive spiritual worldview.

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