Don’t Blame, Teach Me Poem by Aftab Alam

Why do we say? , truth is harsh and sharp!
Why can’t we play the strings of harp,
Not with hands but tongue that we keep?
Truth is not a bullet to kill but to cure,
A lamb on the desert, for me, an allure


One dignified behavior known to me,
I must share with you all, to avoid fall
Ablution is purifying by water before
Islamic prayers, it’s mandatory to adore
An old was purifying, after Muezzin’s call

Two boys stood there watched the old
Both shared the whisper and then told
Grandpa be a judge and say who is right
Brother scolded me said knew not to perform
I said to him, he is wrong, just watch, behold.

Seeing the ablution, the old cried and hugged
With laden eyes and said, I was wrong, “I chucked”.
Your performance, how exactly, it should be
Fact is this, without pointing wrong, taught me
Glory to be Allah, ” I love the way you lugged”