Love Poem
Dear Friends
Sharing a Poem by
HAZMAT AMIR KHUSRAU
I call her moon, but my Moon
Does not speak to me !
I call her rose, but for me
My Rose has
No pearly smile I
How can her eyes reflect any sympathy
With my night-long wakefulness ?
For she herself knows of nothing
In the night, except sleeping
Shall I say, no one
Tells of my condition
To her there ? Why ....
I know the breeze knows it. but
It does not know
How to tell I
Why does my heart again go after
That cruel-natured beloved ?
Why does this bleeding heart
Go out again into her street
Kind Regards
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