Crime To Unlove

Refusing to accept the Holy Prophet means rejecting yourself, which creates a disconnection with the Divine, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon

I am the field,
You are my harvest.

I am the tree,
You are my fruit.

I am the garden,
You are my Rose.

I am the lotus,
You are my Sun.

I am the desert,
You are my water.

I am the face,
You are my smile.

I am the Hearth,
You are my joy.

I am the eye,
You are my vision.

I am the Cloud,
You are my rain.

I am the candle,
You are my light.

I am the song,
You are my melody.

I am the perfume,
You are my scent.

I am the work,
You are my wage.

I am the Diseased,
You are my cure.

I am the sleep,
You are my dream.

I am the calendar,
You are my festival.

I am the battle,
You are my victory.

I am the life,
You are my youth.

I am the pen,
You are my poem.

I realized my own self,
When recognized your love.

‘Tis a crime to love you not,
Better I become naught!

March 05 2011