by Justoju
I lie awake
Drowned in self disgust
Having lost self-trust
Having made self fake
And wanting only to just
Be spat upon
Until that river
Washes clean this kibr
That coats my cavities
And smirks at the Giver
While it strokes the vanities
The pretend sanity
That make it thicker
Yet make my heart thinner
And my soul a sinner
So let them spit
Upon this fallen flesh pit
That needs to be awakened
Shaken
Needs to be hit
With a cold reality bath
So that maybe later it wont be taken
And washed by the fire’s wrath
In the Truth's aftermath
That I have forsaken.
very powerful words...
on May 20, 2005 5:08 PMSalaam ukhti:
I think you just showed us (especially to myself) a glimpse of our own reflection in the mirror.
JazakAllah khair for the reminder.
Ma'Assalaama
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on May 21, 2005 7:36 PMAssalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullah,
Br. Irfan's reactions are quite understandable, coz MashAllah the poem is very good.
All Praise is due to Allah Talah.
on May 22, 2005 7:39 AMAs Salaamu alaikum
Good poem masha Allah..May Allah grant us all His mercy.Ameen.
Was Salaam
on May 22, 2005 5:51 PManother great piece of work mashAllah =] ...After reading this i was inspired to pray my magrib salaat. Thank you Justoju =]
on May 24, 2005 8:46 PM