. . . T h i s . . .
B o u n d l e s s ocean of life
And in roses imageries of you and me
O’ sparks of your beauty I am yearning to see
Face to face, if you raised those beautiful eyes, at me
Heavenly niche of hearts would cause the shadows to flee
My tongue soaked in bouquets of your melody, would set free
Odes would fall from movement of sky, endorsing my plea
Elegance of your smile, a garden of paradise and it’s key
B l o o d of my heart, O’ red w i n e it would be
Baring of your s a c r e d sight with g l e e
M a r v e l of fresh blossoms, is it
. . . You or me ? . . .
✒ ℐamil Hussain