A Spring Night
A lyrical journey of love, longing, and the rapture of an enchanting night.
It was an enchanting night in spring,
Alive with sparkling and shimmering stars;
The pretty moon stood still in wonder
While a madman pleaded to his love.
Give me the knowing from on high,
My eyes a rapture from your self,
From your own self, my love, your self!’
The madman pleaded to his love.
The river receded and light flowed back,
As to the beloved love’s rapture returned,
Leaving the madman and his pledge behind.
It was an enchanting night in spring.
Radiance flowed with a sudden crash,
A bit in trance and a little proud,
Finding speech as the being turned mute.
The madman pleaded to his love
The madman pried open his heart,
Could barely let inside a spark;
The rest was full of the world and self.
The madman pleaded to his love
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Muhammad Haroon khan
I write about emotions, society, and the quiet truths we learn while growing up. Words are my way of making sense of the world.
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