Clad With Love Poem by Aftab Alam

Lord Supreme sat on His Throne white,
He is the source of all kind of energy
Universe is shining, ah, brilliantly bright,

We are only human machine with synergy,
Soul is what, meager power of His hand,
And It is defined as per the religious clergy

Love is the power symbol in dust and sand
An oasis on desert in grief we often find,
Earth is what; know, for us, it is our dream land

He ordains, chooses among us, the priest kind,
Is there any existed priesthood without the love?
Yet there are many envied stricken priest we find,

Flame is a fire; a light-It can burn or ease the dove,
Life can be defined in many ways clad with love
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