Micropoetry

Let this world be your prison
And time be your friend
Who reminds you your time
Is nearing the end

If you taste from it morsels
Of Paradise, bend
To the dungeons of shukr
Khalid, once again

                    Stand tall
               Up your branches
            High high into the sky
And bear your fruit upon each, bow
                      Humbly
                      Humbly
                      Humbly

Imān
Is a nūr that
You carry everywhere
That someday it may find you light
To bear

Knowledge: it will get you
All the way to the gate
But you will only go through
If tawfīq is in your fate
You'll never know your fate though
Until it is too late

What you do is in your hands, my friend
And what you don't is in your hands as well

Think before you speak
Khalid think before you think
So your thinking doesn’t reek
Of those thoughts that tend to stink

There’s a sombre note
In a root cause analysis song
To a root cause analysis
Of a root cause analysis gone wrong

Don’t put your foot into your mouth
To take the conversation south
But if you must, step in with grace
And mind the locus of your face

Careful what you think, Khalid
Careful what you say
The latter being capable
Of turning you away

For every single word by you
Is primarily heard by you
And courses through your veins to seek out
Cells in which to play

So shut up and have a nice day

If the world is your Château d’If
Make it count lest
You’re tested with relief