I Walk The Streets Of The World Poem by Mohammad Younus

I walk the streets of the world,
yet my soul takes root deep in the forest.
No thirst for fame, no craving for praise,
yet I stand atop the mountain,
a silent witness to eternal truth.

I gaze upon beauty, boundless and pure—
no worth surpasses nature's grace.
To align with her rhythm is our sacred task,
to witness her unfolding
and, in time, earn the honor waiting for us.

Today, let us raise, with one voice,
the banner we were born to bear,
a banner waving eternally,
from that day of Alast—
when we made our vow to return.
Through this world we complete the circle,
pledged to return to Him.

Let us take Him alone as our Retreat,
for truly, to Him we belong—
from Him we came, to Him we shall return.
Seek to know your true essence,
and death will lose its claim.

Remember, no guide exists but He,
whose steadfast hand will hold us firm,
leading us home.


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