It Is Love That Beats in The Breast Poem by Mohammad Younus

It is love that beats in the breast,
It is love that battles against the mind,
I t is love that hears the silent sound,
It is love that is not destroyed by time,
It is love that sees the eternal gushing light,
It is love that sounds in the heart as a flute,
Without the flutist to be seen!
It is love that sits listening to its own sound,
Ah! Mind is the hooded enemy,
That is playing the inimical music,
Trying to captivate us in its enchanted space,
But, the liberated souls it can't hoodwink...
To enter this haunted place!

Mykoul