Worshipper of Love
I, a long forgotten tune; you, a melody sweet and bold
How will then our reunion be in this splendid world
One is a jewel in the crown, the other dust –no worth
One is the shinning star in horizon, the other part of earth
How to meet the endless yearnings of my brainless heart
It forsakes all that I urge and I decry its part
Priests and preachers are men of vision; I regard them right
I am a humble worshiper of love; with them, I have no fight
In vain are, the prudence and vision, casting their glow and light
Cloaked in the darkness of ones deeds, life is a moonless night
Darkness is casting its shadow on life, but why Yamin, complain
Love, fragrance and colour fade out and not life-long sustain
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