The Eternal Flame of Love
A Heart's Ode to Allama Iqbal's Eternal Love
ve's sweet embrace,
A fire that burns with timeless grace.
A flame that shines through darkest night,
A love that's boundless, pure and bright.
Like Iqbal's words that echo true,
His heart, ablaze with love anew.
A poet's soul, a lover's heart,
Ensnared by love's eternal art.
In every verse, in every line,
His love for her does brightly shine.
A passion that knows no bounds or end,
A love that's meant to transcend.
In the gardens of divine delight,
Where souls entwine in purest light,
Allama Iqbal's love still shines,
A love that's pure and so divine.
For in his heart, a flame does burn,
A love that's meant for her to yearn.
A love that's deep, a love that's true,
A love that's boundless, ever anew.
So let us cherish Iqbal's love,
A love that's gifted from above.
A love that's eternal, bright and pure,
A love that shall forever endure.
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