Upon My Heart, The Rains Of Mercy Pour Poem by Mohammad Younus

Upon my heart, the rains of mercy pour,
A celestial flood that mends what was torn.
From realms unseen, they stream, a gift divine,
Awakening the soul that once lay supine.
'When I called you to bow, and you whispered—draw near, '
A voice long silenced now echoes so clear.
I trembled with joy, the memory vast,
The vow of Alast—a bond meant to last.
I circle the sanctuary where Oneness dwells,
A pilgrim unbound by time's turning wells.
Beneath my feet, duality fades,
For in Your presence, no shadow remains.
Ridwan, the keeper, rejoices in wait,
For I have come to unlock what was sealed by fate.
Paradise, forsaken, now breathes anew,
A garden reborn in mercy's dew.
My withered heart, once barren, now blooms,
Revived by the scent of the Beloved's perfume.
Each curl, a verse; each strand, a sign,
A tapestry woven in love divine.
If love is forbidden in a kingdom restrained,
Then let such a Paradise be wholly unchained.
For what is Eden without love's sacred fire?
A hollow expanse, devoid of desire.
Let the flames rise, let them burn and consume,
For in their ashes, true love will bloom.
A Paradise bound by rules is no Paradise at all—
But love's fierce blaze will shatter each wall.

MyKoul