A Branded Lover Poem by Naeem Jakhar

I am a branded lover
Quite new and modern
A red heart is my cover
Of Love’s state I am a sovereign

I know nothing else but her lips
Her cheeks, physique and eyes
No religious creed but her clips
My soul suffers in her sighs


I grew out of earth
My father is the sun
No brothers, no hearth
These relations are a fun

To me are all those fools
Who dare tell me wrong
But comforts me and cools
Her lovely flirting song

I am a Sane no one can dispute
My philosophy is indeed, absolute
I don’t know why they oppose
A lady’s hand so very cute

I think not even Helen of Greek
Was so beautiful and supreme
So why they wrongly speak?
When I am righteous, extreme

Ah! May be they are jealous
Or suffer from complexes of their own
In their thoughts they are treacherous
Don’t want that I rule love’s throne

She has the gifts, other women are denied
For World is hate, for her is devotion
Onward progress, Culture is denied
Only my dreams are in constant motion

This is the way I want to win her
And let the world oppose together
And yes I think in coming days
I may be able to prove my ways