With my broken soul and bleeding scar
standing before her like a carcass
vividly detached my naked soul its wings
my eyes desirably started begging before her
and i tenderly murmured the song
that echoed a lofty sentiment voice
that carried the message of love
I longed to sing before the sublime
beauty of her.
It was the song of praise in my heart
that quietly sought every moment
and always shuffled my lips
even in their silence
to get detached from my dried lips
and fly towards her in all gratitude.
My heart in all admiration bowed before her
begging her hands to put them on my chest
that carries all the secrets of the love
i carefully wrapped in the pouch of my love
and the boundless secrets of the hillsides
that urged in me – calling onto her might
and the peaceful songs of all the forests
traveled through the blades of all grasses
to pour forth the comfort of her heart.
I am left out offended now – even in my all stillness
just like the nightingale that is offended
to the stillness of the nights
or the firefly that is offended to glow in the dark
even the flame of my love burdened her heart.
My love is not the image that you could see
nor it is the song that you could hear through me
but rather a garden vividly forever in bloom
and a flock of angels forever in irrepressible flights.
By: Abdul Samad Haidari