... It Is: An English Ghazal

Look at my love, how grand it is,
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?

by Waseem A Malla

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