Ghazal 3- For You Poem by Umarr Amin

Every slipped sigh may a hymn be for You
And formless words flow like the sea for You

Through rough billows like a fordid gravel
I Stint in this pelagic world but from temporal shore I lee for You

The snares of evil have enmeshed me in their bosom
Make me the self-effacing cinch to flee for You

You forged me in the best of punim and soma
Why is it hard then to tame what is ree, for you

Tangled I am in, me, my, I mine, myself
Let there reside no longer 'I' in me for You.