MY FIRST LOVE:- THEY CALL IT THE
"MOON"

My first love,that ought to be special,

a fairy cindrella, with her heart so crucial.

from the epoque i was born to the instance i vanish;

she had me mesmerised and would keep my soul perish.

stranger she was but a beloved she is soon;

they call it the moon, i call it my Junoon.

Her light spellbounds me ever & ever;

miles away yet so near and near.

with a vision elite, paraphernalia so bright;

a land i conquered, chivalrous like a knight.

hours fly,flowers die,new days new ways pass by,

i gape the moon & the eternal light;

augmenting beats with blue eyes makes my sight.

They call them craters which spoil thy realms;

for me aint a blemish but the beauty qualms.

eclipses the earth,my love darkens;

nothing to fear,my heart thrumbles.

then i murmur softly & in minutes it clears.

They call me crazy,my mind gonna be soon;

you call it the moon,i call it my Junoon.

Oh my lord!what a charm you create;

cosmic beauty i kiss thy mate.

thy moon is mine,thou the light;

i'l marry on it,thee shelter delight.

thou my strength,hath weakness it is;

Talha pray thou lord!want his grave embedded on it.

Peace i lay,solace i pay,soul in peace rest in Boon;

hey!you call it the moon,i call it my Junoon....