Khalid Mukhtar

Let Your love fill my senses
Till my sense is intact
As my tact mends the fences
Offenses had cracked

The effort’s in your hands
The outcome’s not
The first’s like water
The second’s snot

And out it comes

Slow down
You’re going too slow

It’s in your way
Or on your way
Won’t matter once
You’ve gone your way

Unless of course
It is the way

The stronger the spine
The easier to turn the pages
And the better they align

You’ve got to have the heart
That knows to wield a hand
That knows to grasp a staff
That knows to firm the sand
Before the sea may part

Not mind over matter
But knowledge over mind
And manners over art

You can turn your life around
Do it anytime you want

If you’re dying in a minute
Then that time is somewhere in it

All you have to do is start
With submission in your heart

Don’t obsess about the end
Leave that to the fools my friend

And begin

Respect the sea of knowledge vast and deep
How deep you go entirely depends
Upon how well you’ve learned the skills to keep
Yourself and you from suffering the bends

Sincerity is oxygen
For the soul

So if it gets rare
Up there, let me ask
That you take some care
To put on your mask

Before assisting the person
Next to you

The soul is your diamond
The rest is glass