The real Satan, our evil nafs,
With melicious dark features -
Disguised as one of righteous,
Insinuates to flagrant sin from man,
Innocence steals with no shame,
Why we blame Iblis,
It being our mercy-less nafs although.
Overt act of rebellion against divine,
Bitter distaste now lingers,
With us all the time, to put us to shame.
Such unforgiving sin which in fact,
No volume of soap could clean,
Nor length of time could cure.
But yet to come, I am absolutely sure,
A cloud of hope, through skies divine,
To return to the lost paradise after all,
The Place free of torment and fire.
MyKoul
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