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Commentary of love

The best of teachers are those that teach through their actions
Whose teachings become a part of their very existence,
The ones who walk and talk and breathe what they preach
And for their teaching they sweat, and shed tears and they bleed
And what subject harder to teach than the subject of love
A divine subject that is in need of a teacher from above
What does it look like, what does it mean and more?
Is it to like, be affectionate, or does it mean to adore?
And what better teacher of love than the lady of light
Whose existence taught us which meaning of love is right
In times plunged in darkness, hatred and spite
She showed us what love is, and made it shine bright
Her every tear to the last, through every drop of her blood
That fell on the sands and slowly turned it to mud
In her life, this teacher, through her every call and plea
Taught us through her existence that love is Ali
Her every cry was Ali, grief and every sigh was Ali
Every time she fell to the floor she called out for Ali
Her deepest pain was Ali, her every step was Ali
The bruises on her arm called out that love is Ali
Even her ribs testified, the Wali of Allah is Ali
Light is Ali, the moon and the bright sun are Ali
This tired warrior, hands tied with all his might is Ali
Father of every orphan is Ali, justice too is Ali
In this swamp of evil, purity and mercy are Ali
Everything noble is Ali, righteousness is Ali
All good returns to love, therefore love is Ali
The bruises on her arm called out that love is Ali
Even her ribs testified, the Wali of Allah is Ali
In her life, this teacher, through her every call and plea
Taught us through her existence that love is Ali
 
Poem composed by: Syed Mohsin Ali Jafri