The Moonlit Madness

Our soul is the least we can offer as the most valuable token of our love the Holy Prophet.

When rises the Sun of Medina
In my heart;
At once sets-
The glory of my intellect’s fort.

My eyes with Medina are awake,
My face with Medina is moon-alike.

About me others are crazy:
About Medina I am crazy!

For all my ills,
Medina is the remedy.
Whatever be the challenge,
I am always ready.

Upon me will come no harm,
When Medina is firm,
In the grip-
Of my arm.

Hey Reader!

The ones with a heart,
Need not be taught,
The reason why-
From the nightingale,
The Rose did part.

For the hearts pricked,
By the thorn of separation,
Medina is a flower,
Blooming with affection.

Every bottle of fragrance
I opened in life
Every book that I read
Arranged on my shelf…
In your love-breeze
I dance as a tender leaf.

Hey Medina!

With me is left,
Just my silly soul,
To present you
As the most valuable gift!

This poem was written on Nov 24th 2001.