Hajj (Pilgrimage) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Like twinkling stars, the hearts always blink,
I have seen their writes, on the skies they ink,
The moon reads so many love letters in a dark night
He selects a Venus, too close, beautiful and bright,
And then a dusk when sky is lonely and aurora is pink,
The Venus welcomes a crescent with a red drink.
Oh Love! The life has passed searching where you are?
How lazy you are sweetheart, in proving sincere you are!
Still fourteen days, though fourteen centuries I shrink,
Oh God, the full moon I see but I still lack a link!
To Muhammad all my rights of your love here I surrender
In a shroud, a passport of belief, and standing as a beggar!