I Can't Drink, Dine, And Dance Alone Poem by Mohammad Younus

I can't drink, dine, and dance alone.
This world lies broken—fragmented,
A mosaic of questions,
Each offering its own fragile answer.
No single hand can mend the cracks
Or bind the scattered pieces whole.
The weight of healing
Slips beyond our reach.

But what if we align this world's breath—
To the rhythm of the cosmic song?

I ponder, as the stars seem out of place.
Some call for fire and revolution,
While others cling to fragile steps,
Wading slowly against the tides.

I do not believe the old must fall,
Nor that we need perfection's hand
To draft a flawless world.
The earth spins as it always has—
Unchanged beneath our shadows.
It is we who cast the long divide,
Not the world itself.

A New Order must be written—
A script of the heart's renewal.
"Verily, God does not change the state of men,
Until they change their inner selves.
And when He decrees hardship,
No soul can turn it aside—
For they stand beyond its reach."

We rage against the fading light,
Yet the truth endures:
We have smoked the sky,
Blinding our own eyes to the living sun.
Let us tear down the burning veil,
Extinguish the flames that rise,
And unbar the dawn.

The divine whispers softly:
Turn within,
Wash your heart of pride and rust.
Let love carve new rivers in your veins,
And truth soften the brittle edges.
The world will shift—
Not by the weight of our fists,
But by the quiet swell of our becoming.

Only through the light within
Can peace take root and blossom.
Only then will life's great dance
Move as one, in grace,
And the feast of joy
Be shared by all.

—MyKoul

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