Md. Asadullah

(11th july)

A Muslim's prayer


Standing hand folded,
heart filled with humility.
I ask for your mercy.
I ask for your help.

Fingers spread over knees,
I bow, eyes looking down.
I search you in the skies.
I pull up my head with your praise.

Taming my ego, my pride.
I put my highest to the lowest, *
submitting my will to yours.
I prostrate before you my Lord.

I raise my head with your praise.
Cognizant of my supriority over satan,
with gratitude I prostrate again.
Each pulse brings me closer to you God.

Drops of tears like precious pearls.
I raise my hands with open palms.
Your blessings shower like rain,
I hoard it as much as I can.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 01, 2014
Edited: Sunday, February 16, 2014

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*highest denotes head, lowest denotes ground.

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  • Ramesh Rai (5/13/2014 9:37:00 AM)

    Prayer is the only key to open the door of love peace and prosperity.
    Thank you sir for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (5/13/2014 9:36:00 AM)

    Prayer is the only key to open the door of love peace and prosperity.
    Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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