A hymning sonnet
Safdar Bhatti
None in the worlds but You alone
dear Love, embalms the bruised heart
ah none but you alone can atone
an agitated soul’s piercing smart
Yea none, none but you alone do feed
hunger of macrocosm, terrestrial famine,
none to miserable dumb but you pay heed
and who but Thou alone dost refine
the diseased hearts, souls by evil defiled
o Love, You alone are the truest love
the only love doesn’t annoy nor vex
rather deign from earthly humbug to remove
fidgety, bitterness, heart-sores, distress
restoring the salving peace since long exiled
