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9-21-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · May 3, 2021 · Leave a Comment

The spread of all the heavens or
The smallest leaf on earth
Are one in magnitude before
Your Might

So how can all the little things
I’ve done and soon forgotten
Escape the deep attention of
Your Sight

Remind me of them Ya Allah
That I may then repent
Or let Your Grace deliver me
This night

Micropoetry, Poetry, Ramadan

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