I Make A Bridge Of Love To Drink Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Between the shores of my dream
Under the flowing lustrous holy river
Where the white dove of wishes
Floats on the chariot of stars
Teasing drunken mischievous moon.

I make a bridge of love to drink
From the intoxicated lips of fate
That fills drop by drop,
The cup of my emptiness.
And the virgin red roses grow
From the exotic garden of bosom
That waits for passionate fragrance.

The cerise shyness on those cheeks
melts the firewood of my passion
On the bed of pure pearls
When those two uncut diamonds in the dark night
luminescence my heart's mind
Millions of joy float around.