The thing which, I suppose, it is right,
May not be right for the next to me,
Those think, by this way; future is bright,
For others, ways to doom; so, may not be,
Though, I am not harming anyone, yet,
My ways of writing for many, is not so good,
It might pierced them like pinning arrow jet,
Right and wrong is hazy perception wood,
Differs; person to person and place to place,
In rows and columns of time and tide web,
Taken decision is wrong, yet, taken by His grace
I know very well, it is for the minds peace ebb,
I am struggling for peace; within- outside,
Quran says, through its verses -follow me,
I am compromising on its way from inside,
"Life here on this earth is -adjustment, for me"
Blessing of Lord; with those who keep patience,
I don't want to go against the verses; I fear,
Because I know, it is curse to be impatience,
I never broken trust; tried to condensed it dear,
Since my childhood, I suffered like withered leaf
Yet, I learnt to laugh in grief, problems are my sheaf:
It is known to me; right and wrong is so deep,
Promises of my arrival-Ah! I bond to keep,
I am struggling for peace within-outside, but Holy Qua-ran says that you follow me, I am compromising on its way from inside. Excellent work that reminds us to surrender in Allah, merciful God. Ever excellent and beautiful work.
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Since my childhood, I suffered like withered leaf Yet, I learnt to laugh in grief, problems are my sheaf: It is known to me; right and wrong is so deep, Promises of my arrival-Ah! I bond to keep, A lovely write.