Little do lovers talk in words; more so they do with tears, testifies a poetic seeker who witnessed the joyful suffering of Meem’s admirers.
Medina is the playground
Where loving souls fly around.
Little do they talk in words;
More so do they with tears.
They praise and greet Meem
With their throbbing hearts—
For words can rarely relay
The state of their plight.
May 09 2022. Shawwal 08, 1443.
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