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 its lake to swim
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 the chest
You turn it to treasure
Is my heart
Even a heart?
If it beats not
For your love-sweet?
My wine shop are you
In an age of tasteless
‘Tech-wines’
Intoxicated am I
Even by those eyes
That glanced at you
Protect me, my master
From the forces bitter
Con who my conscience
Don who the no-Love science
Saturday, Oct 23, 2021 | Rabi Al-Awwal 161443
