Immortal Lines Poem by Matloob Bokhari

IMMORTAL LINES Matloob Bokhari O immortal godess! My wine cup is full of love The birds of magical garden are sleeping All alone, I am listening the music of silent night Soft light of moon wants to see your radiant face Pure starshine wants to see your pearly smile I am sending you rosy bouquet through night breeze My soul, my life, my all! My soul is remembering the days I spent with you, Remembering your love, your smile and wine My blood is singing your songs in my veins, Come! Lovingly appear on the green summer grass! Come! I have cleaned the grass with my eyelashes And give me a cup of red wine in your black large eyes Which is sweeter far than Jove's nectar sup, O Matloob! O sire of immortal lines! God is Love Love is God Light of your love lines will keep on shining Even after the twinkling of the last star of the galaxy