Book Of Love - Poem by Firdaus Khan
I still remember those moments
when you said to me:
'your poetry is not just a poetry
but the spell of sacred book of love
learned by you at heart...'
I started thinking...that
your every word itself is like the Kalame-ilahi
which I wish to read perpetually
as like that of the Kalma...
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