Love Sings Its Melody, Ceaseless, Pure Poem by Mohammad Younus

Love sings its melody, ceaseless, pure,
A symphony eternal, its rhythm ever sure.
Beauty unveils itself, marveling at its light,
Gazing into the mirror of wonder, day and night.

At dawn's first whisper, soft and low,
Love stirs the bud, still wrapped in snow.
It breaks the prison of unopened bloom,
Shattering the gates of its self-wrought tomb.

The bell of Love resounds in heart and sphere,
A silent chime only the soul can hear.
Love is reborn, a phoenix in flight,
Rising anew from the ashes of night.

By Love's power, the world stays whole,
A ceaseless current, the breath of the soul.
Love never fades—it merely transforms,
Shifting its shape, yet forever warm.

Love beholds itself in the first light's embrace,
Seer and vision, one luminous grace.
Who, having tasted the wholeness of Love,
Could wander lost in the world's fleeting mirage?

If the heart turns barren, a desert dry,
Perhaps a storm has raged across the sky—
An acid rain on your garden's bloom,
Blurring the path in sorrow's gloom.

At the crossroads of countless reflections,
A bewildered heart stands, lost in questions.
Yet surrender to the unity vast,
And dawn shall rise from the night at last.

In cool gardens where Love's rose sways,
A festival of music will fill the days.
Sensing Spring's breath drawing near,
The jasmine will bloom, its fragrance clear.

Carrying the scent of oneness in air,
The dappled dawn will rise in prayer.
Once more, on the branch kissed by light,
Blossoms will stir with Love's delight.

Beneath the moon's unveiled glow,
The One is seen in all things that grow—
In waking, dreaming, slumber, and bloom,
Love whispers its truth in every room.

And when the breeze stirs leaf and tree,
Each voice will echo: I am He.

—MyKoul