Pure has I become
By visiting the shrine of your beauty
In timeless muses when I pondered on your line
From the cuts and angles and curves serpentine
I went beyond into the divinity of you
Forgotten I have religions of the yore
The holy waters and my blistered feet
Louder is your name the goddess of love
Written on the air and in the universe of my heart
Cupid I am not nor am lover of your outward
Inner beauty I seek like the red in the flower
Draped in white coffin of the petals sweet
Rise today I to embrace as in vigil
The eyes you cast on me is giving
Angels I see on your back and the rising moon
In cold nights when you whisper to the disciple
Inviting are you for me to conquer
Your inner self with the beauty of houris
Filled are my imaginations with my nostalgia
Of the state of nature and your temptations
In a futile effort when I want to reverse the cycle
By possessing you in the softness of the green
Red is the color on your head in happiness
So cherish you my love though you are the goddess
Unending is your grace and the anguish you cause
Love am I when I enter your vascinity
Never have I escaped the karma you have
My moon and my night and my symbols of love
Religion is nothing but a manifestation
I see symbols in nature even when in opposite
Love of you as love of me
Is the love in you O goddess of love
15/10/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pure and honest beauty here Sadiqullah....lovely images....Fi