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
Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2008
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