Mystery Of Love - Poem by Naveed Akram
The mystery of love betrays my feelings for you,
This love enters the heart from outward ways,
Then love feeds its frenzy like a dove of war.
The dove of tranquility masters your soul with ease,
To meaning a finder is the grace, to meaning a word,
A word to bandage a life together from the heat.
The knees are heartening, the hearing is sound,
Legs are shining, feet are hanging, and fingers weep.
Those eyes of mine shudder from the blows to the nose,
These tears are shedding due to my repose, my stupor
And real religion of the highest causes, the laces of shoes.
The love of a wine is like the love of the soul,
But my wings are like the alcohol of the message.
My loves are numberless, my likings are staggering
Like platforms of the disgrace, little wars are beasts.
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