Shoveling

The repentant ones know
What to think when they find
Such a volume of snow
On the driveway, but mind

It’s a ploy of the devil
To make you to sigh
Till your hopes all dissolve 
In the blink of an eye

But the penitent know
That for every vice
An Astaġfirullāh
On your breath will suffice

So pass on the snowblower
Suit up and start
With your istiġfār shovel
And peace in your heart

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