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One morning, after reading a great deal of the Quran, I was bored and was mesmerised by nature as usual and an Idea came to mind - I should write a poem inputted in an article. Eureka! The idea came into reality and here it is!!
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ABOVE THE NATURE'S CEILING.
......... by Dhikraa Akande.
Dark clouds float over me, seems like the only place I see nowadays is this nature's ceiling above me. It is not like my eyes can't look down or they are permanently turned over. It is just the aura of this ceiling. The ceiling which is held by no pillar, but has never come pulling down over its refugees. One would wonder what runs through my mind whenever I gaze at it, that makes my eyes not want to ever return to this shallowed ground. Is it the beauty of this ceiling or the radiance that comes with it?. Is it the dynamic colours it take or the changing shape of its static components?.
Perchance, all these go through my mind many t times I gaze at it. But there is this unchanging unifying thought that encompasses me, that glues my sight to it. The only thought that overwhelms my realm, and make me get lost in time. The only feeling that makes me not catch a glimpse of the sun, as it stretches its bright arms across the sky beautifying it with lights, as its smile radiate its favourite theme "Good morning Earth". That thinking of what is "Beyond This Great Sky". The only thing that runs through my mind whenever I gaze intently into the sky is what the Out world looks like. Will there be mornings like this? Nights will be like what? Days will be like what? And what will the shallowed ground look like from there?. My Questions lead me to write.....
I have read it in books,
A place with elephant ears' leaves,
With jug-like fruits,
With no colours other than green.
The only place with honey rivers
Where milk flows from mountains,
Where couches are adorned in gold.
I have heard from Nobles
Of a place no eyes have seen
Where floors are made of glass
Yet no footsteps can break
Cus it is tread by righteous only.
A place aloft all heights
With wines untasted
Lands tenfold of the earth.
I have read, I have heard
But never seen
Yet I imagine, think of that place
Above the sky
Where no eyes has seen,
No feet has tread
I imagine, I think ......JANNAH.
©ADO.
Jannah is 'heavenly paradise' in Arabic.
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