My Heart Poem by Mohammad Younus

My heart swells up when I hear,
Musical chords striking of my soul:
So was it when I was not yet born -
On the earth in human form;
So is it now when I am a listening man;
So be it when I shall grow a deaf old man,
Let me die O lord in resonating sound,
So be it when I leave the clay frame,
The yesterday is the mother of today;
The today is the mother of tomorrow,
I wish my days be bonded with the vibrating sound,
Bound each to each by Divine love

Mykoul