Beloved Poem by Qaisar Janjua

When your beloved is infuriated,
Don’t lose temper, or become melancholic,
Hold her hand and let her wail,
Devour her angry shouts with as greedy ears
As you listen her blissful moaning,
Feed deep, deep, deep your soul
With that crying beauty, pink lipped mouth,
Look deep, deep, deep in her fiery red eyes,
Beauty is beautiful n all forms,
Endowing or snatching the bliss,
Beloved is beloved in all moods,