The Love of Mustafa soaks our eyes in the zamzam of longing and reduces tsunamis of life into mere ripples— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Once again,
Am I alive
Blood in me flows
My eyes are soaked
In the zamzam of longing
To live have I a purpose
And to die for- an excuse
Heart’s set on fire
Provoked am I with desire
Passionate as ever
Passive no more
Once again,
Am I on the move
Tsunami as were mere ripples
Recognized I my self
Its scent and hue
Journey
And Caravan
Found I the coal
To burn my soul-oven
Discovered I the oil
To kindle my poetic lamp
Came to hand riches
Gold and silver,
Rubies and
Gems
Once again,
Madina’s love resurrected
My verses from tomb within
sallallahu ala Muhammad, sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
Sep 29 2013. Edit June 2021
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