When I look back at the frozen doors
Doors of serenity and hope,
As a lover of HIS shows
I cover myself under a cloak.
I wish my birth to be among them
These fresh doors are so material
I crave for the night
where I ,could praise HIM for the light.
But who has been compared to them,
Comparison doesnt meet their doors even
They were the scholars and depth of ocean
For they were the lovers of lord and no body else.
I am living in the lust,
Where love can buy money
Where body’s are sold for pleasure
And not kept hidden from the public.
Talking about the beloved
I am still longing
For I am a sinner and a seeker
To which realization is still hidden.
But they say what goes around
Comes back too,
I crave for the beloved lord
I crave for one and only HIS love
B’coz all things come in a circle
This shall pass too
Long live the literature lovers
For there will be again love
That is not lust but pure
That is for HIM
And not for world,for there
Will be again love that is lost in paradise.