Mine is a curious heart
And what does it crave?
Tranquility it is yet to find
For how long can it wait?
A day? A year or a decade?
What has become of my soul?
Starved, malnourished or disowned?
So lean, so weak so pale
And what feed does it take?
Why am I so clueless?
Yet I grieve in my silence
Only to learn tranquility rests
In HIS remembrance
The very basis of my existence
'Verily in the remembrance
Of Allah do the hearts find rest'
what a unique topic to write on and what a great job you have done, the human heart is the most curious one it have it's advantages yes a lot of flaws...but then no one's perfect again a brilliant job indeed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Payal for the encouragement. I must tell you, your poem, My New Attire is quite inspiring. We all need to put on new attire with spirit, so high.