Write me a poem full of love,
Where words beam as a child’s face,
Tell me a story with no beginning, no end,
Only the middle where you and I stand,
Gift me that part of you that stays buried,
No one wants it; I need,
Get me the water from that river,
That runs through your heart, moist and slow,
Such is the poetry of life,
All the gifts I ask cost nothing,
Question is can you give?
Where words beam as a child’s face,
Tell me a story with no beginning, no end,
Only the middle where you and I stand,
Gift me that part of you that stays buried,
No one wants it; I need,
Get me the water from that river,
That runs through your heart, moist and slow,
Such is the poetry of life,
All the gifts I ask cost nothing,
Question is can you give?
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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