yes i was sleeping
my soul was near the arsh
suddenly roaring of the cloud
hissing of the wind
pushing of the door
and a sweet smell of dust
signalled my soul to get back to earth
it was dreaming and prostrating to the arsh
as earth's call as my mom's call
the dreamy prostration was dropped
the lighter soul has to come back to the shell
eh rain has shattered my dream
i am just a few moments back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Muhammad, such an interesting write👍👍👍
DEAR Bernard F. Asuncion, thanks for the response