A cave it seemed;
in one he lived…
No Light’s Glimmer;
In darkness he hid…
His Soul rotten;
Clothes Perfectly Stitched…
Like still water;
Stagnant, he stinks…
In Worldly Glamour;
Every day he Sinks…
Reaching the top;
His Goal he thinks…
Yet a Rock bottom;
Can mend thy Soul’s Chinks…
Top and Bottom, the concepts;
he “Thinks” he knows…
As he understands the difference;
To Him he bows…
As he Falls from the Worldly Grace…
He sets on a journey;
in himself, his gaze…
A new world to wander,
New titles to be won…
To See God in Self,
And Self in God…
To Speak in Silence;
Yearning to be One…
In Rivers of Knowledge;
He bathes…
As from a dark alley he haled…
As the World thinks he failed…
Like Noah, a believer sets Sail…


© Jawad Nasir
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