My Cherished Goal

Who, in love, will’nt vie my eminence to attain If my destiny is cross and chain, why must I complain? Know thyself my heart had urged and a journey I set at I’m in quest of no one else, for my own return I wait At no time, I aimed to win a reward or recompense A profound treasure of love I have that freely I dispense Wounds like flowers pink and red are blooming everywhere My heart is the only garden having spring in its sphere The nightingale, in the pangs of love, perhaps has his share His perception of my anguish is thus beyond compare The path of loyalty is having proof of my footprints fixed Oozing blood of my abscessed feet that every thorn has licked The sky has always been Yamin my vision’s cherished goal Earthly however may be my body and my soul