• Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to main content
  • Skip to primary sidebar

Khalid Mukhtar

Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you

  • Blog
    • All poems
    • Sonnets
    • Micropoetry
    • Ramadan
    • Stories
    • Silly rhymes
    • Riddles
    • Articles
  • Written Works
  • Contact
  • About Khalid
  • Show Search
Hide Search
You are here: Home / Poetry / 9-17-1441

9-17-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 10, 2020 · 2 Comments

One thousand armed
And confident
Facing a third
Weary, spent
The battle lines
Straight and taut
The bow of faith
And the bow of naught
Strung and drawn
By the sage fingers
Of generals once
Bound in clanship
Now split by the sting
Of truth’s whip

Poetry, Ramadan

Reader Interactions

Comments

  1. Binance注册奖金 says

    July 21, 2026 at 12:12 pm

    I don’t think the title of your article matches the content lol. Just kidding, mainly because I had some doubts after reading the article.

    Reply
  2. movieblast rajasaab says

    September 18, 2026 at 8:59 pm

    Trước đây tôi từng thử nhiều nền tảng khác nhau nhưng cảm thấy movieblast rajasaab có trải nghiệm ổn định hơn khá nhiều. TONY09-18

    Reply

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Primary Sidebar

Follow me on Substack

Categories

  • Announcements (18)
  • Articles (25)
  • Gaza (8)
  • Memoir (1)
  • Micropoetry (443)
  • Photography (3)
  • Poetry (867)
  • Ramadan (101)
  • Riddles (46)
  • Rondeau (1)
  • Silly rhymes (28)
  • Sonnet (60)
  • Stories (7)
  • Uncategorized (1)
  • What is, is not (6)
October 2026
S M T W T F S
 123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031
« Jul    
Get new posts by email:

Powered by follow.it

Copyright 2007-2022 khamuk.com