Even the sight of those who witnessed the moon-lit face of the Beloved Rasool will sweep the senses of the onlookers- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
My heart is a fish:
You are the lake where it swims.
My heart is a flower:
You are its garden.
My heart is a fly:
You are its honey-jar.
My heart is the seasons:
You are its Spring.
My heart is a chest:
You turn it into treasure.
Is my heart
Even a heart,
If it beats not
For your sweet love?
You are my wine-shop
In an age of tasteless
‘Tech-wines’.
Intoxicated am I,
Even by the eyes
That glanced at you.
Protect me, my Master,
From the bitter forces
That con my conscience
And don the no-Love science.
Saturday, Oct 23, 2021 | Rabi Al-Awwal 161443