Winter tried to strip the trees of sun
Our practicalities become unnecessary realities
Create elaborate labyrinths
Where what is to be or to come
Is a mindset away
Because all it is , is outreached palms
It is cold and the laughter marks an old poem
Made young
False youth , and truths
And all these false appendages
The wild baggage shall fall like leaves
Soon to be free
Thy Lord bringeth to pass what He willeth and chooseth. They have never any choice. Glorified be Allah and Exalted above all that they associate (with Him)
Surah Qasas
SubhanAllah...it occurred to me on this fine night to check my blogger dashboard again after such a length of time.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a pleasant surprise. :)