Heavens For Me Wait Poem by Mohammad Younus

The musical breeze sweeps
Radha, like a whirling dervish...
Dancing to Krishna's flute
The poet sits with his tab
And writes the poems sweet;
The street beggar stops outside...
The king's dome house...
To hear the music of King's lute;
The poor man feels ecstatic...
Outside the Palace great;
Why would I get pass...
The palace gate?
With tunes of music sweet...
I will build the ladder of love;
With bricks of music...
I will make the rest house...
In the King's Garden...
Echoing with His music sweet;
There inshaallah I won't hear...
The music of terror and hate;
The religion and philosophy...
The people of divine love...
Do not debate;
Don't reject me!
Don't put me to shame!
My story of love...
Only God can appreciate;
Neither His angels, nor Satan...
My love negate;
With all my woes and wounds...
Heavens for me wait.

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