Blessings of my Lord grow under veil and unseen like its creator
A passion from the core of heart leads me to the spaceless world
Lord in the form of love dwells since long in our hearts and souls
Sacred are those hearts who give place aloft this wealth and light
Lust and madness slay the love in the hearts with the evily marks
Love is slain in the rotten hearts a sweet fragrance of heaven dies
In bright souls and shining hearts it turns the heart to carved gold
Carved image of love bows to throned kings my beloved and God
Both make my heart glow imprisoned and throned in my universe
My beloved with  torch of love leads me to the palace of  my Lord
Real love is always a blessing it only leads to path leading to Lord

Copyright 2005, Asif Mehmood (Author)