To-Holy City Poem by AFFAQ NABI

It's holyday, the sun is on the halfway point of heaven,
Thanks, my liberty is beside me, in this holy city,
The host of heaven also joined at this moment
All young and old are rushing toward the shrine.
On a divine call, like the school children in fair
Uniform, to deliver their sacred duty.

Dear child!
Look beyond where they left their stores open.
After ablution, one by one, they stand in line,
All is done, and they wait; some are still on the swift run.
The prayers are held in the abode of Abraham
Its the beauty of this holy city.
Little Child,
When you come nearer to God, he adores,
And bless you, life becomes splendid,
In the end when the spirit
flees, the body turns into sacred ash.