Me And My Satan Always Going Along Poem by Mohammad Younus

Me and my Satan always going along,
Behind doors, out of doors, never slammed;
Not even hairbreadth apart we are,
But we don't like each other;
My Satan also tells me:
'I don't like you', and adds,
'Unless you follow me'.

He burns my book of guidance to ashes,
And the sparks burn my thatched roof;
I cry because I think that I have become,
A homeless in this world;
How can I save myself in bad weather?
I am alone to fight my foe Satan;
I talk to my God and beseech Him for refuge,
Because I am terrified of echoes of Satanic voices.

I don't want to follow any of the satanic voices;
I just want to feel safe and walk on the divine path,
And be accepted by my Lord in His cool presence;
The house where Satan lives with me cannot be my home.

I am all the way trying to evict Satan from my house, but,
Satan still holds part of my house under his occupation;
He wants to expel me rather from my own home, strange!
I am trying my best to subdue my Satan,
And I am confident that I will undo all his schemes.

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