Beloved; The Fragrance of All

Once I am told,

There is something precious than gold.

Nothing, but a scent,

In which the world will lend.


Beauty is not a word,

To demonstrate it as sacred.

Medina holds that marvel,

Of the ever sustaining floral.


My beloved is the nucleus,

Above all the trends of righteousness.

It’s an ever-living fragrance,

Which lies beyond the lovers.


Yet I haven’t tasted,

Still, my mind follows its playlist.

Beyond the surge of memory;

The scent of beloved is legendary!

A determined Researcher in the fundamentals of religion at World Institute for Research in Advanced Sciences, India. Pursuing an integrated professional course, BBA; LLB along with ensuing a successful career in the field of Islamic studies and other related areas


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