Micropoetry

Basmala: the sieve
Screening the soul

You may
Not know it but
Even the sunlight streams
In a bit differently every
Morning

Sheathe your anger well
And as it is with weapons
Please use sparingly

When you see another’s blessing
Remember no one knows
If they would give it up for one
Thin slice of your repose

There’s a swamp beneath the lily
And thorns about the rose

May the power of His Nūr dispel
The darkness of despair
As hands and feet and lips compel
Salaam upon the air

Put all your worries away
To seize the rest of this day
And drown yourself in durūd
Just drown yourself in durūd

When days get hot with work and worry
Cool yourself by His Name on your tongue

When nights get cold with lonesome laughter
Shroud yourself in sweet salawaat

Fresh beginnings
Everywhere
Feel the dew
In the morning air

Brown turns green
Verdant scene
Peony stalk bowed
To humming pair

Fresh beginnings
Everywhere
Start again
Off your chair

We will return or be returned
And that will be the end
Of the beginning

If a leaf does not fall
But by His leave
Why fall over all
That makes us grieve

But by His leave