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
Even the ones who have not yet joined us are not excluded from our heartfelt prayer, SubhanAllah.
ReplyDeleteI need to do more dawah.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful poetry, mashallah! I feel good after reading it. Keep it up.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure whether to feel happy or sad that you all thought that this poem was in reference to a non muslim...
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