The Withering Wings Sing Melancholy Songs Poem by Mohammad Younus

The wuthering winds sing melancholy songs,
The ghosts with ghastly voices have occupied,
The green pastures and meadows in my heart,
The hellfire roasts with burning flames,
The budding seeds of love in my heart,
The brightful twinkling stars hide,
Behind the plumes of dark clouds over my heart,
Still some mystical voice pours faith into my broken heart,
And in time of storms, troubles and unfulfilled desires,
My soul constantly strives to bud and bloom,
Hapless! invaders in my realm of heart,
Time and again drink enough of my heart's blood -as a dracula,
I must arise from the darkest depths,
I have forgotten my covenant with God,
I must come on to the love's path,
And reclaim my position of honour,
As God in pre-times said:
We have honoured the children of Adam

Mykoul