Alchemy Of Love Poem by Abdul Wahab

Why do you love me?
Is it for my happiness or yours?

If I obstruct you to love me
Will it be turn into hatred?

Do you do something
For me in the hope of return?

If I do not give you any fruit
Or satisfy your desire
Will you not stop doing anything?

All these questions may offend you
And your love
May turned into concealed hatred

The truth is
There is no love
But it is a semblance of love

In fact the love is a form of hatred
It exists within

Is there no way to give birth
Or help to bloom the flower of love?

Love is neither born
Or die, it is there, eternal

The only way is to kill hatred
By plucking the stone of it
From the stream of love

And see your face
In the mirrors of animate and inanimate
Or be the mirrors both of them

Love will start to flow
Unconditional