Love Begets Love Poem by Mohammad Younus

Though people merying and enjoying,
Walking in procession, singing and dancing,
Like flights of crows returning home at dusk,
But me - oh lonely and forlorn,
No wedding taking place, waiting in solitude,
Since she is hiding whom I love,
But still I am climbing the Mount Harmukh,
Her eternal abode,
There flows the Kawthar, the river of Abundance,
I am sure that now-a-days,
She too will be thinking of me

Mykoul