Poetry

The more you reach
The more you grow
The harder you try
The higher you go

The higher you get
The lower you bow
It’ll be alright
It’ll work somehow

Of course it’s hard for you
He knows it’s hard for you
But you, my khalid, do you know
He knows it’s hard for you

Don’t pray for grief
No that’s just dumb
But host it kindly
When it comes
For hearts turn soft
By such a visit
And that is not
So bad now is it

Ahad! said the man through the pain
They flogged him but he didn’t care
Ahad! was his only refrain
With forefinger raised in the air

My Lord how can I thank you when
Each instance of my thanking
Becomes reason to give thanks again

When hearts are heavy
And eyes are wet
And skies are cast
With dark regret
Then burn the ‘ūd
Of sweet durūd

And let it rain
Just let it rain

Ya Rabb
Incline my heart
To all that pleases You
And in Your pleasure let me find
My end

Vast is the sea of imbecility
That stretches from the shores
Of instant gratification
To the seaside crags
Of I can’t wait to be patient

If you concede
That you don’t know
How the next ten seconds
Of your life may go
Then the plans you make
Will rise and bake
At temperatures
Even and low

A death is only beautiful
If it marks a sweet beginning
And that makes all the difference
Between losing and winning