No Physical Appearance Does It Make Poem by Mohammad Younus

No physical appearance does it make,
The immortal sits deep within, unseen,
What some deem fake has always been awake,
To those who knew it, it's always been within me.

Unchanged since the day God of his spirit blew it into me,
No water, air, or food for nourishment does it take,
A living soul from the ever-living being,
It knows no pain, no ache, no agony.

Without eyes, it holds me in its gaze,
Without tongue, it speaks to me,
Without ears, it hears my pleas.

Before time itself began, in my mind,
It has always been there, my Reality,
And will live on after all are dead.

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