Forbid me,
O Love,
To kiss the cup of violence
Forbid me
To hug the warmth of hate
Forbid me
To sleep with an intoxicated vengeance
Forbid me,
O Love,
To judge others according to self-beliefs
Forbid me
To be the scorching sun of summer
Forbid me
To be the loveless moonlit night
Let me be your love,
Let me be the peace
Where all creations find the address of their creator
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
02/05/2023
I agree with Denis below. Love and compassion is the only way to live.
The devotee applies himself to loving tasks each day, for he has accepted Love as his stern taskmaster.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many a time we need to pray that way to survive. Nice thoughtful poem.5 Stars