Submitted by : muslimhero on Poem Stories

I am miles away, away from sense,
I am a falling bridge a collapsing fence,
My muscles feel tense,
Especially when I remember you,
But still commit the sins I threw,
You are watching me and I knew,
My precious acts are few,
Nothing much than its due,
Whenever I remember you,
I weep the nearer I drew,
Fear gropes my heart-pump and chew,
Without a helper I still call upon whom I knew,
My Lord forgive the sins I blew,
One last glimmer of hope grew,
I remember you,
And tears rush down a little queue.

O’ God replenish my heart,
It feels like art,
This night I stand tall,
And for You I do this all,
I don’t know where my fate befall,
Forgive me,
This my only plea,
Before I am summoned at the cemetery,
The grave, my home to be


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