My Religion

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MY RELIGION
Matloob Bokhari



I was travelling in a lonely valley.
I was drowned in the useless words.
I was burning in the fire of desires.
My hard heart received the words of devil.
My humble heart received the voice of Lord.
I started following the religion of love,
I spoke to Him in the chamber of faith.
In silence, I listened Soul singing.
I heard unheard music, I danced with joy.
I saw Him through His eyes.
Burnt my prayer rug; forgot my rosary,
You may go to church; you may go to mosque,
Let me sit in the precinct of the Kaaba of my heart
Where my Beloved’s love is ruling like a king.

Friday, May 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: LOVE
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