House Of Love Poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma

House Of Love



I knock on the door,
I wait for someone to open,
Thousands of life times pass,
I still wait,

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I gently push the door myself,
It opens wide,
It has been waiting for
My push all along,
I enter with reverence.


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'Need naught permission to love'
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Ibrahim Ibn Salma

Ibrahim Ibn Salma

Mecca, Saudi Arabia
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