How Shall I Cradle My Love Poem by Mohammad Younus

How shall I cradle my love,
so it does not brush against the shadows—
the doubts that whisper in quiet corners,
the fears that linger beneath the surface?
How shall I lift it above all things,
when even the heavens seem too incapacious?

Ah, I cannot lock my love away,
not even with treasures,
hidden deep in some strange, dark chest—
for it trembles there,
resonating with the depths of my heart,
filling the silence with its light.

Love touches us—me and you—
and carries us together,
like the stroke of a bow,
pulling one chord from two strings.

On what instrument are we strung?
What artist holds us in their hand?
O sweet, eternal song of love.

MyKoul