To The Beloved Poem by Muhammad Murad

To the Beloved


Thy innocence, they say, is fake,
But I, thy beloved, don't blunder;
Theirs was the biggest mistake,
Drop on them, thy beauty's thunder

Round and around thee, moon revolve,
To light itself, it worships thee;
Light thy sun, and let it evolve,
Absolve thy foes, and heal me;

Oaths of mine, are not the tricks,
They show, the sincerity of mine;
For love demands, face the risks,
All I need, is consent of thine

Just come and mend, weariness of mine
O' beloved! my heart, my soul, all is thine!