Bulleh Shah

(1680 - 1758 / Uch, Punjab / Pakistan)

Come My Love - Poem by Bulleh Shah

Come my love take care of me,
I am in great agony.

Ever separated, my dreams are dreary,
Looking for you, my eyes are weary.
All alone I am robbed in a desert,
Waylaid by a bunch of way words.

The Mullah and Qazi show me the way,
Their maze of Dharma that is in sway.
They are the confirmed thieves of time,
they spread their net saintly crime.

Their time-worn norms are seldom right,
With these they chain my feet so toght.
My love cares not for caste or creed,
To the rituals faith I pay no heed.

My Master lives on yonder bank,
While I am caught in the gale of greed.
With boat of anchor, He stands in wait,
I must hasten, I can't be late.

Bulleh Shah must find his love,
He needn't have the last fright.
His love is around, yet he looks for Him,
Misled in the broad daylight.

Come my love take care of me,
I am in great agony.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 2, 2012

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