kemurl fofanah


The Call Of The Azan - Poem by kemurl fofanah

Here and there the voice is calling
It is a melancholic strain from antique bliss falling
Its calls from dreams, shallow depth and within the souls
The terror from its beauty is renting the world scrolls
The world is fastly ignoring the words of this call
Its beacons us, to slay our earthly task in a white hall
It's the call of the azan
Its shouts to the man with iman
Allah hu akbar its singing
In our eardrums the song is ringing
Let us dance our feets to the masjid
Let us trade our soul to this true feed
Let us dwell our life for allah
Let us accept Mohamed as his messanger
Allah hu akbar the song is warning
Allah hu akbar these words are calling
Stop ignoring this benevolent song
Run to its source it has no wrong
Allah hu akbar it is the call of the azan
Its urges us to start Islam
Come brother you are welcome
You too come lets praise the one


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 2, 2012


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