‘love’ Is Not A Vain Word - Poem by Muhammad Shanazar
With a pride, with a delight
I have inscribed
The word ‘Love’ on the slate
Of my heart and often think
For whom I am engrossed.
This intellect my Love!
Is an enemy of curiosity of heart,
And a chain of decline,
Though there be aged prints
It erases them in an instant.
Let it be thought, it is true,
Though there be series of oppression,
Or aching thoughts,
Or the decisions worth-forgetting,
Or anguish of penitence,
No loss is there, erase them all,
But my Love, think awhile,
If you get a moment spare,
My ‘Love’ was not a vain word.
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