Poetry is a language Of powerful thoughts and imagery, it can strike in the heart of man, it can shape lives and actions. Then can it not be used to enhance to the finder qualities of man? Rather than providing shallow enjoyment? And promoting the baser instincts? If I was a poet, I would like my words To compell the soul, To pursue the true pupose of existence. Oh, what wouldn’t I give to go on collecting my reward, Beyond this life....

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Not Alone

13-08-2004

My heart breaks,
My soul cries,
Why am I alone in my grief?
Nobody understands
My private anguish.
Am I so unique?
Different from the world?
Am I not one of them?
Am I all on my own?

No matter how alone,
I must remember,
Allah is always there,
He’s there to answer,
If I take to time to make a prayer,
He will grant it with much care.

posted by »|m|u|n|i|r|a|« at 10:37 PM

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