2022.03.02.
Captured Heart
You have captured my heart, oh my sweet poison!Your flowery cheeks, the essence of rose, oh my dearest!
Your form like that of the alif, your comely forelocks swaying like laam, and your face with all the beatitude of meem.
The mind reads entire scriptures off your ravishing countenance, oh my beloved!
The sun itself fades away at your brilliance
Umpteen moons devoured in entirety by your sheer grace, my beloved!
Sita weaves cirques around the flame of love, in search for her beloved
Her deific melodies which bewitched Ram
The only religion Rasul knows is the comely intricacies of your visage
Why then, should he bother himself with the trivialities of Islam and Kufr(disbeleif)