The Night is Almost Over
The heart pinches the mind with agony intertwined
Lost are words needing to be said but left untold
Confused are most with lifes testing host & deeds
Given a clean plate inscribed with fate we hold…
Father
Father. I am in Awe of you.
No mountain is as tall as you.
No harm falls upon me when I’m sheltered by you.
Allah is indeed Great for He created you…..
Lifes Sellers & Buyers
Deeprooted are sins & unforgivable say the liars
Unable to remain patient & steadfast & repent to fly
Frustrated love hungry and lost in burning fires
Waiting for the Angel to collect whats due in fear I cry
My Poems
Roses need the rain like a poet needs the pain. If poetry was to take form it would be anything but the norm. The words at times may rhyme a hymn from hearts that bleed thoughts born from my whim. Enjoy what you read while tears fall in need to write the light which shines from within my soul.