In Prayers

 

 

Namaz is maqbool poetry;

the traits of a considerate Allah

have somehow stalled to trickle

 

to a heart that wouldn’t listen

to the poems I observe

in the night long vigils.

 

Yet when I stand before the Lord

or when I prostrate,

an image gets vivid,

adding to the metaphor,

so much so

to be the theme of the poem.

2 thoughts on “In Prayers

  1. I am looking for someone who could give me the reason of life, who could tell me what exactly I am looking for. Why my soul is restless, why am I not finding peace with anything? Why everything seems blurred and useless, why this world seems inappropriate and worthless place to live. What am I looking for exactly?

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