In The Holes Of My Nafs Poem by Mohammad Younus

In The Holes Of My Nafs



In the holes of my nafs
stealthily have creeped in
Vipers, snakes, and scorpions
give poisonous bites
all through day and night
Where is the bite healer?
lest I should die
before a healer comes
I must bear with pain
hold on to the rope of
patience and prayer
beg for precious life
to do my essential job
that is still half done

Mykoul

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