Her mind wants to cascade, it scurries
Into a waterfall of worries
But she can’t, expedient
She must hold onto the present
And some type of reality,
That she will die eventually
And so will they,
It is true.
What is new?
Why does it all of a sudden seem real?
Reality has stricken its wipe on her back, she can feel
Know she ceases to slack, on the road of life
Of which the means is rife
And the end is eternal.
This life inscribed until its end, like a journal.
© 2007 Nasirath bint Loukman
About Me
- Nasirah bint Loukman
- A Lover of life. What I love most about life, is that after its end, there will be one better than it, insha'Allah.
2 comments:
Assalamu-alaykum.w.w. My dearest Sis,
Masha'Allah a beautiful blog ukhtee!
And as always such inspiring words of wisdom.
May Allah SWT enable you to continue to be an inspiration to us all. Ameen.
Fiamaanillah
Quratul Ayn
It’s human tendency…oft we recall our past, get drifted with mingled thoughts and worries…but, when we are gifted with consciousness, then it does beckons us where to make a halt, and renew our strengths for a righteous living…and, yea, to make the journal of life more virtuous.
Well-written poem!
Br. Abdul Jawad
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