Muhammad Abrar
(May 2022)
Weary of the sandy desert;
Sweltering heat of your memories;
Illusions that deceive the pathways;
Moving on with half-breath;
Stretched sand four sides;
The scorching sun now getting hot.
What to do, I’ve got aghast?
I need wine to relinquish the thirst;
Yes, the wine, the wine of love.
The liquid of life, the peaceful flight;
Who will find my delight?
Who will let me embrace the wine?
Let the cat out of bag!
You know what the wine stands for?
The wine that can heal the sorrows:
The tenderness of heart;
The desire of past;
The possession of coming life!
Holding the liquid of life in hands;
I stand before unknown paths;
The way so long,
The confused tangles that haunt;
Destination is a far-off land
Have to reach there fast.
Now, let’s hold hands in hands as here
Immeasurable distances seem blink of eyes
The symphony of love in heart;
Fathomless emotions ignite;
We together stroll on the roads of delight;
Will get what we have desired for.
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