Love by Hajaarh Muhammad Bashar

Love springs

Where hearts bind

Uniting the knots

In a woven bond

With intricate touch

To make hearts lit

And soar off right

 

Love is a mistress

Who steals hearts

And impede lusts

With glances of seduction

And mesmeric glow of desire

In minds craving need

 

Her gaze Pierce

The soul of men

And take in her

Their unravel desires

Leaving an empty lair

Where she sows her fruits

 

For her, men slave

And bite within them

Stones of sexual seed

They crawl at her feet

To fill their mortal want

And mental pleasure

 

In souls, love blossom

Watered by the touch

Of affection and passion

Lit with a spark of emotion

And coiled in flesh of men

And eyes of hope.