... It Is: An English Ghazal
Look at my love, how grand it is,
by Waseem A Malla
So green a crop, in Heart's land it is;
Of all in existence, God thus spoke:
He commands it to 'Be', and it is;
Scars of my heart, what renews it so?
I wonder, whether salt or sand it is!
Castles of reality so shattered as sand,
Palace of fantasy! Look, how grand it is!
You watch my body shiver when I err,
Into filthy soul, my sacred errand it is;
Expect scars on Earth's face to fade away!
Wish in Mida's touch, a God's wand it is!
A friendless one you name self, Waseem!
Wiping your tears, whose bruised hand it is?