Immortal Lines, Flowers In Flames, V 11 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