Divine Nectar

Ah Love, how it has conspired with fate to hatch a scheme that fulfils destiny!
Forget about everything you know of Love, you have been lied to, deceived indeed!
All the marble in the world would not a Taj Mahal make,
nor all the verses ever composed make a Quran.
No, neither would exist but for Love!
Love is simply the nectar the Divine relishes.
The Angels gather it by day and by night,
summer, winter and fall.
Ours is to simply grow Love,
by day and by night,
summer, winter and fall.
By day and by night,
summer, winter and fall.

by Shehamul Manji

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