The Inborn Saint - Fida Hussain - Bog

Love is what even the tinest thing reflects.I stay witness that the dark candles with flame shimmering fetch me the message of love and there , involuntary ; the armies of hatred do surrender. Thus for me hatred gets placeless. The collection of poetry that I here put forth is what I meet after making an immortal bond with my Master. His honour and melodious love teaches me the lesson of life not through words but through the fruits of heaven that flow and surround his nobility. A soft wave of that flow kisses this soul too which now takes the shape of pearls, coming from the very owner of the garden.