From The Depths Of Eternity, I Carried A Gift Poem by Mohammad Younus

From the depths of eternity, I carried a gift,
A sacred offering for my journey to Earth—
A bouquet of roses, each one a masterpiece,
Crafted for every season, each with its own worth.

Our souls are these roses, eternal and divine,
Their petals never wither, their essence never fades.
They bloom in every season—Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn—
through time's endless parades.

The Spring Rose

A tender bloom, soft and pure,
It whispers hope, a gentle cure.
It soothes the blues of Winter's chill,
A promise of warmth, a balm for the will.
Its fragrance lingers, a sweet embrace,
Reviving the soul with its delicate grace.

The Summer Rose

Bold and radiant, it basks in the sun,
Its petals unfurl, its journey begun.
Day after day, it grows more fair,
A testament to love, beyond compare.
Its beauty deepens, its colors ignite,
A beacon of passion, a soul's pure light.

The Autumn Rose

Mature and wise, it stands in its prime,
Rich with nectar, a harvest of time.
Its hues are deep, its fragrance strong,
A melody of life, a timeless song. It caresses the soul with its exotic charm,
A reminder of beauty, serene and warm.

The Winter Rose

In the hush of Winter, when all seems still,
It blooms with courage, a defiant will.
Bare trees surround it, the heavens seem blind,
Yet it heralds Spring, a promise enshrined.
Its resilience shines in the frosty air,
A symbol of hope, beyond despair.

Our Eternal Love

Together we live beneath the luminous moon,
In sweet jazz repose, a celestial tune.
The stars above, like midnight candles, shine,
Revealing your beauty, gentle, divine.
Through rain and cold, our love remains,
A flame eternal, defying all chains.

The Manifestation of Beauty

The world, in its modest gold, unfolds,
A tapestry of flowers, a story untold.
They are ours, these blooms of delight,
For hearts that remain, through dark and light.
Deeply and sweetly, together we thrive, Our souls intertwined, forever alive.

A Voice Through the Roses

A voice threads through them, soft and clear,
A truth that echoes, for all to hear: 'I am the Truth, the single reality, The essence of love, the soul's eternity.'

Expanded Reflections

In every rose, a season's tale is spun,
A cycle of life, under the same sun.
Our souls, like roses, endure and grow,
Through every season, through joy and woe.
Each bloom a reminder of love's sweet art,
A masterpiece woven, heart to heart.

So let us cherish this eternal bouquet,
A gift from the heavens, come what may.
For in every petal, in every hue, Breathes the essence of me, the essence of you.
Together we bloom, in harmony and grace,
A love eternal, time cannot erase.

— MyKoul