Pray To Allah (God) - 2016 Poem by Shahid Saleem Butt

Pray to Allah (God) - 2016
Ishq, love, whole-hearted love, fully intended and absolutely absorbed (SsELFAT) hearts
Are nowhere around;
Me bewildered what to write with lot many manifestations around;
Let me find Ye in blooming flowers,
Let me guess Ye in sprouting of novel buds,
Let me grasp Ye in expanding universe's mazy clone in butterfly's wings' glitter,
Let me discover Ye in my broken determinations,
Let me discern Ye in the life of an atom,
Let me notice Ye in the life of water cycle,
Let me identify Ye in wind phases,
Let me reach Ye in the working of earth's engine,
Let me discover Ye in persistently energy producing sun,
Let me comprehend Ye in fulfilment of my wishes kept in the deepest-n-darkest ever caverns,
Let me conceive Ye in plans to conquer world,
Let me detect Ye in emotions and passions specific to the ‘one',
Let me cherish Ye in the first ever word that my child spoke,
Let me sense Ye in the Azan (call for prayer) that is all the time going on,
Let me notice Ye in the first ever chirp of a bird,
Let me perceive Ye in all scriptures always beginning with Thee,
Let me ‘catch' Thee in the process of sea currents,
Let me learn Thee in golden ratio,
Let me treasure Ye in everything that is happening around,
Let me esteem Ye deep in all my privacies.

You are here, there, and everywhere,
I can't escape Ye though Ye may come-go whenever Ye like.

Saying overused ‘thanks' can't work,
Let me be a ‘thank' to thank for all You've done and promised,
People go worship places to find Thee, to obey Ye;
Alas! Subdued-n-mixed hearts unable to rise above mundane desires,
They see Thee, listen Thee and then let conscience go of;
Rising above self is what they need,
Pity! rising above self is what they lack,
Waiting Messiah is what they plan,
Waiting savior is what they demand.

Thy bounties keep them flourishing but
They continue messing universe,
Negativity is what they spread in gala,
And letting positivity die in deserty-Karbala.

Devil guising to ‘protect' them under his vile wings;
Each knows the outcome but still allows,
Devilish things to touch absolute topsy-turviness;
And turning world to a series of fires (bombardments) .

Let Thy blessings overwhelm the whole of creations,
Send Messiah and save the ones who deserve,
And bring the rest to ultimate justice.

Mind, heart, conscious and conscience all,
Wait and see nerve-rending-gall (wound):
Beauty and truth waiting the Final Call,
Come, pull multiversal souls, and set aright all.