In A World Bruised By Separation Poem by Mohammad Younus

In a world bruised by separation,
a Majnun's soul ascends—
a hymn unbroken, a testament to love,
whispering softly:
I am love, the thread of unity.

Let the illusion of distance dissolve.
Let love breathe,
like spring winds coursing
through olive groves.
Be love—
only, always.

A Majnun's heart,
soft as the song of a reed flute,
woven with threads of light and melody,
spreads its rhythm like dawn:
gentle, warm, unyielding.
Carry this joy;
scatter its vibration.
For life is a stage,
and we, the players,
etch love into existence.

In this world of tempests,
where storms of hate thrash,
Majnun seeks truth—
one name,
one pulse:
Leila.

Her name,
a mantra engraved in his being.
He sings, cries, calls out:
I am Leila.

For love is not mere longing;
it is becoming—
the dissolution of self,
the union of hearts.
In her reflection, he finds himself.
In his devotion,
he becomes her.

A Majnun's soul bears
the weight of centuries.
And still, it knows:
to release love,
to scatter its seeds,
is to embrace eternity.

I am Leila.
Leila is love.
Love is divine.

And as Mansur once declared,
unyielding, aflame with truth:
I am the Truth.

MyKoul