Love Is The Reflection Of Lord Poem by Aftab Alam

She wounded him with her silky rays,
With lovely face and with killing gaze,
Lips tremor like dry leaves, they shook
His wandered jumpin' heart, she easily took,

He lost the world to get her, in fact in love,
Oceanic deep can't be measured the love,
At last he reached to her and beseeched
Return my heart or give me yours; I need,

Where is your heart that I keep; I lost mine
Soulless stood here, take this body it's thine,
Let us change our body and soul, we'll be one,
Mine, be beauty moon; thine, be bright sun,

Yes; Love never dies, It plays through body; a role,
Love is the reflection of Lord attached with soul