Bashfulness Poem by Rahman Henry

At the very beginning, He appeared. The Lord
showed me His holdings,
No border lines —

Said: ''Just cultivate it; meet your needs,
And leave the rest, in my name''—


My needs are versatile. I could not mange to mitigate them.
And have not kept anything for Him;

Now, when I'm in crisis, Badly, I need to meet again—
No way to stand before Him,

Bashfulness. Hesitation.
I've hidden my face inside life—