Zikr Poem by Yusof Mutahar

Zikr

The language of the heart, so authentic unheard.
For the righteous believer, the communication preferred,
Nothing can compare to this feeling of bliss,
All the wealth in this world they would swiftly dismiss,
To be occupied in your thought, to be lost in Abyss.

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Yusof Mutahar

Yusof Mutahar

Perth, Australia
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