In Fine Frenzy

Rating: 5.0

IN FINE FRENZY
MATLOOB BOKHARI

O pious man, waste not your wordson me,
I am a drunken poet, I detest your knowledge, your piety.
I am a nightingale singing in the garden, dancing in clay abode,
You are an actor singing and dancing on the pulpit of gold.
Come! I want to tell you the love story of my infinite love
When my beloved removed the veil of her face in paradise,
In a rapture of love, I left nymphs of heaven, garden of Eden,
And became a slave of her curly locks; long eyelashes,
Her cage freed me from the snare of fortune and fame,
Her aromaticmemory is candle flame of the room of my heart,
Her beauty-mole, radiant face, rose-bud lips blessed me with bliss.
I am like a candle burning in fire; I have torn to threads my shirt,
I am now a beggar of the king of saints, whole earth is my state.


A very impressing poem, as oft you do and you did. Thank you for sharing this lovely Song of the beggar of the king of saints. Mesmerizing! ! 9 Jul by Sylvia FC
Appreciated most your great honest words full of devotion. I like sheer poetry very much.9 Jul by Sylvia FC

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Nosheen Irfan 09 July 2016

Wowww. Breath-taking. A sterling piece from your poetic pen.10 of course.

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Come! I want to tell you the love story of my infinite love When my beloved removed the veil of her face in paradise, In a rapture of love, I left nymphs of heaven, garden of Eden, And became a slave of her curly locks; long eyelashes, Wow..great poetry. I feel dumbfounded at your skill and the beautiful way this poem is written. 10+++ for sharing this poem. Subhas

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