The Garden Of Love Poem by Matloob Bokhari

THE GARDEN OF LOVE
Matloob Bokhari



The Gardner planted a fragrant garden,
Cultivated flowers of every hue;
Love, tolerance, peace and brotherhood.
Forgive and forget was the perfume of flowers.
When flowers were tossing heads in spirited joy,
Under the cool blue sky, the gardener thanked
Ar-Rahman for all His Mercy.
Who pleasantly infused in it a soul
And made it feed the mind and body both.
Its fragrance was made a spring of solace
And beauty a source of learning.
Handing over this gift of joy, the gardener
Went to the paradise of love.
Soon after, jealousy chopped the kind
Hands of the sons of the gardener
And burnt their rosy faces on coals of fire.
Then the ugliest fiend racked the whole
garden.
Ah! the mother of jealousy had gouged out the
Liver of love, O Invidia, O blind envy
Since then, the garden of love has become a
Wasteland, a sizzling desert – A killing field!