Poetry

O’ Love thou Pure Wine

I am on the bed of death,

Fall in your eyes so deep

And never come back,

So high, to transcends my seek

The wine of love that brings

Care and peace to sing

The songs of life and death:

The smooth paths and faith

 

Though I am rich to think,

Whilst what wrong, if brings,

It is healthy wine, for me to drink,

That immortal me, and give me wings;

O! Love thou pure swing

Like a sweet bird in forest sing…

 

~ Amar Shaw Saleem

Sindh, Pakistan

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