Jalal ibn Sa’eed Mohabbat

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.