Pomegranate Heart
Jewels that never deplete from dispensation as their crime
Such bounties never exhaust due to the passages of time
Whose creed is Eros… Amor - is his canon
I have not died in every valley of thirst
Nor have I sailed in every ocean of famine
But then hearing my chest shake and thud
I have drowned in the river of my own blood
For each seeded ruby, a ballad written by this sinner
Glad tidings I bear, my pomegranate heart for dinner
It’s from الله
