Behold The Rose That Blooms Alone In The Desert Poem by Mohammad Younus

Behold the rose that blooms alone in the desert,
Its smile unfolds at the zephyr's touch.
All lives—past and present—dance,
As it welcomes souls to divine fragrance.

Wake at dawn to breathe its sweetest scent,
While negative spirits, blind to its grace,
Snore in slumber, untouched by morning's glow.
Birds sing, blossoms spread fragrance across the world,
And in this desert, the rose, a glimpse of the divine,
Shines as the spark between my eyes, the ancient light.

I am bound to Him through this light that never fades,
Behold the glow that brightens the dark's corners.
This lone rose feels ecstasy in the bees' hum,
While fools sleep, deaf to the divine sound.

Behold, I am that rose in the desert,
Not bound by nothing but bound to all—
This universe, a garden of Eden indeed,
Where only the breath of immortality endures.


MyKoul