Sunday, 10 June 2018

Circassian Nomad

Adrift in the world's strife,
turmoil strikes but misses her heart,
her heart belonging to Ar-Rahman, Ar-Raheem.
A bulbous Qalb purified by the beautiful patience it perpetuates,
Not retained only to the 'self',
but the 'other' glows by the moon of its sentimental love,
A shell which pain is lapsed by foresight,
her eyes leap to the hereafter,
forgetting the day's blight.

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