Chisty Constellation Poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani

Chisty Constellation

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Khwaja you live internally
in a sacred realm necessarily.
Making this a worthy world
for innumerable, as I a serf
Flushed with in triumph
embody a pampered royal cur.

Sultan the Shepherd of strayed
debilitated paralyzed betrayed.
Your presences impress my soul,
bleeding heart desires you be my goal.
An unworthy urge to let me serve
is a dream I can never deserve.

Moeen the Guide of learned high
who face into tinder and so hindered
Come alive chirping and dancing
soft rhythmic words most enchanting.
I try to appreciate the Samma
but music and verse are an enigma.

Benefactor of the penurious
remove the veil of unhappiness.
Mine are wide open eyes
yet totally blind to all viles.
I'm no North Star yet blessed
in illuminated Chisty constellation.

Oh! Sir and Master, pray keep me
I do beseech you to let me be.
You weren't born for death
the glimpses I get for a breath.
Caring and thoughtful as of now
the Immortal Spirit with a gown.

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