There was a girl
Whom Allah had blessed
She had the serene swirl
When she was piously dressed
There was a girl who
Never made a soul cry
Knowingly or with intention to
Hurt a soul not even a fly
She was the best in manners
but she didn't know that
She was just in all matters
Cuz she faiths in the best of planners
She was so lively
in every thing she does
She was so lovely
in every way of hers
Her gentle smile
Would light up the world
Glowing every mile
that her lips go curled
Then came along her way
Grief and darkness
Conspired in a wicked play
in brief but limitless
Every moment that passed
brought a new tear
to her eyes that were messed
and pooled with fear
She's dying from inside
her miseries and sorrows
impossible from her LORD to hide
in her the dolour shooting arrows
How she wishes badly
to be free the way she was
How she dreams sadly
to smile with the best she has
She's tired of running
to make her aches undone..
Little did she know
Her trials have just begun..!!!
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DEEN AT HEART - POETRY
SpiritualAll the Iman(Faith) and Deen(Islam) I've got that runs in my blood for the Only one ALLAH azzawajal in My Qalb (Heart)..... All in the face of Poetry...
