Nature - Poem by Muhammad Bilal
Nature is one, created and sustained by one,
the delight of my heart, the light of my breast,
the roots, which nourish thee and grant the reason,
that our minds cannot comprehend the secret.
You may not wonder, you think it strange,
I wish to speak the simple language of truth.
Who knew not good nor bad by taste?
A thug through the days of youth.
My heart knows love, my mind knows anger
I strive till my blood runs fool,
and destruction of words! ! ! Keep it stronger;
The smile that wins it purifies the soul.
Great impact against my previous way of thinking,
a norm or value, a command or prohibition,
the knowledge of books, a need for reminding,
deep insights to capture my imagination.
Universal wisdom as men can breathe or eyes can see,
another Friday’s sermon so strong in my head,
a spiritual enlightenment was not more free,
my time will not be long when I am dead.
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