The Pakistani Spectator

Love has define destiny as passion and,

Coziness of the loving thoughts is sufficient to entangle sights with anxiousness

Love has its own expressions of intimation

It has its own revolt as desperation

Why should one say, the word of love as curse?

Eyes are sufficient to maintain the rift of eagerness and hint of desire

How many more expressions do you need to endorse, the dire mind as, in obsession?

How many more impressions, shall as must, so to admit the plea of acceptance as love?

Hang! Hang the attitude of disgust against love

Hold the decision of cruelty against the plead of obsession

My passion is more virtuous to drag the lust of abhorrence to the mausoleum of change

Wait! Match the sign and insignia of hatred with the heat of my love

Feel the thrust of obsession against the peel of abhorrence

Breathe within the surround of breeze of passion as lunacy and lunacy as love

Abort the grievance of hatred, to life the living as souvenir of love

May my warm gesture of lunacy sooth the lust of your derogation?

May you understand the myth of insanity within lunatic domain of love?

Please! Let me live to lift my life within the soreness as insanity, in the name of love

Continue to award repulsion with the penalty of your sanctified conceit

But grant me clemency from the cordon of constrained arrogance,

So to besiege my life under the rule of cupid of my desire, as Love

Sincerity will not revert but; to silence the heave of pain

Hatred will not survive but to light the luminosity of love.