A PRAYER : MODERN POETRY

My dear Lord! 

       

I looked at your sky. 

Wast, endless full of clouds. 

Carrying, 

 A bird floating, 

Far away. 

Wings wide, 

By his side. 

Realized, 

Thrust of wind, Holding him

Is his Belive in, 

Thy. 

He is sinking in. 

Oh dear My!! 

Thy human...

My Lord! 

 is weaker in believe than him

My Lord! 

Every blow, 

Makes me bow. 

My heart aches, 

Tears Roll down my cheeks. 

I call upon You.... 

Then, i sink again

In my doubts, 

Deep down. 

Thy human, 

A Weak believer. 

Born ages after, 

Era of your Messenger (SAW), 

And his Followers. 

Whom You tested and Made stronger. 

I am a seeker, 

Of your Blessings. 

Be my air, 

Let me sink in. 

Begging, 

With curtains of my soul peeling. 

Bless us. 

My Lord!! 

Bless our souls, in loss. 

To keep our shattering pieces, 

In one vase. 

~Thy human

@Doc Hajirah M

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