Whenever I pray
In the wee hours of night
My tears become the scaffold
My heart fabricates an association
As my sajdah of shukr protracts
And my ibadath extends
My soul dances in euphoria
In the vast realm ofAllah swt
I accept,
Supplications are the only means
To draw consideration of Allah swt.
© Aarzoo Mehek
Wonderful. I don't know where you are? You are a wonderful poetess. Please write.
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My soul dances in euphoria In the vast realm of Allah swt I accept, Magnificently uttered and true fascinat8ing to read and let the words work deep in our hearts. Beautiful, dear poetess! A 10 Full score. The photography added is so beauteous!
Prayers! ! ! Deep! Inner heart! Inner world; With the voice of peace. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
My soul dances in euphoria How poetic and picturesque this is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's so benign, humble and pure. A silent prayer that emanates right from the heart reaches at the threshold of the God Almighty- its ultimate destination. Thanks for sharing this marvel.