The beginning and end of love lies at the feet of that same Beloved, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon.
O my
Courtyard of love,
Cradle of desire,
Sky of hope,
Star of ambition.
My zero starts
Beneath your sandals.
My zenith:
Below your feet.
I saddle up once again.
I clad my armor again:
Protect my poetic caravan,
Sharpen my maverick cannon!
Jan 18 2025
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.
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MashaAllah iyi yazar
To fulfil the heart of ambition;
To reach the zenith of glory;
To feel the eternal bliss;
May Allah bless us all.. May Swamy bless us all..
Thank you