Eight O'clock Love Poem by Mohammad jh roppy

With someone whose heart is always full of deceit,
Tell me how can I cope?
Smile on my face, love, actually, a deception that comes from the heart,
I have distributed love in one life,
Still, I hear, it was left forever!
What this heart thinks, in meditation and knowledge,
In reality, it can be seen differently,
No matter how much I want to build love
In the world, still it is repeatedly broken.
The love that people find in other people
Only interests are hidden there,
I am indifferent in the search for real love,
Love is found, lost, why is it a failure?

I have become a human being and have filled people with love.
Now I will beg for love from the Creator.
Even if I return neglected by everyone,
I will get that love from the Creator!
Real love, real love,
is hidden between the Creator and the slave.
If I want to get it for myself in one life,
I have to leave the temporary home and family and
take the path of success and separation.
In the eight hours of sacrifice and suffering,
that love, the real motto
If you remain steadfast on the path of honesty and ideals,
no one will be able to destroy you.
No matter what they do, it is a terrible conspiracy.

In the love of the Creator, all the love in this world will come under your feet!