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When all the luminosity of this illusive world falls apart, I find you in the umbral corner of my splintered heart, Beneath the barren sky where breathes not even a single ray of light, So that neither my shadow emerges nor my reflection evolves to steal my sight.
Where my soul stands raw in front of you, in the state of ablution, in the position of Salah, The space between my breaths filled with my trembling voice summoning you, "Ya Allah", Where It's only you to listen when my feeble body falls in the state of prostrations, My tongue ceases, my soul whispers aloud, unveiling the depth of worldly lacerations.
Where I can fearlessly shed drops of pain through my eyes, Seeking a single droplet of your forgiveness, vast oceans of sins that purifies, Even when I know no divine voice would ever revert back from the heavens, But still I find peace while I pluck the thorns of perplexing questions.
I plead with you to flatten the accumulated sins at the seashore of my life, the silt, At the point of tangency of my forehead and the praying mat, gets dissolved my guilt, Where the jars of tales about me being betrayed and hurt, I endeavour to tilt, Exhausted I sit spreading my hands to beg, to restore the castles of my peace, I'd built.
I may be the biggest of sinners this universe can ever hold, But your generosity O Lord, is enormous, you're forgiveness is multi - fold, The tears that drop forming a pond in my cupped hands with faded lines to pray, to plead, Renders solace as they are purest of all the rivers, through the chest of moutains that bleed.