Tuesday, 4 December 2012

The Bench

The running back and forth for winter prayers
He is in my field of vision
Alone and I am filled with disparate sympathy
This prayer is that of unity
But missed opportunities wait
On wooden benches

He is still sitting there after prayer
Oblivious to what he's missed
My words back in the rows
I cannot hate you
I never could

This soul is filled with sadness
You do not know the joys of
Quran in an empty room , the sujood
Of the masses, of salaams
Of upturned palms

You are so confused, it hurts
But we pray, oh how we pray
For bench ridden bystanders who
Don't know which way to go

Guide us to the straight path 
Surah Fatiha


  1. Even the ones who have not yet joined us are not excluded from our heartfelt prayer, SubhanAllah.

  2. Very powerful poetry, mashallah! I feel good after reading it. Keep it up.

  3. I'm not sure whether to feel happy or sad that you all thought that this poem was in reference to a non muslim...