From The Lips of Dhulfiqar

Often enough I am the writer

Once in a while just a reciter

Other times simply a Bearer-

Of glad tidings and news fairer

Of your beauty’s essence, a simple wearer

With you all in, and all around life’s bend

I come to you as a true lover, and as a friend

Side by side through whatever end

I am the rivers of warm blood coursing through those veins

A clear milky mud underneath lilies of the valley and plains

Inlayed With Ruby’d Pearls