Verity find you not, in their prophecy
Piety, a stranger in their purity.
Oh, those times of miracles:
The companions of al-Kahfi
Those days in the cave
A Time I’d crave.
Tell me, tell me
O truthful one
Tell me, tell me
As it was in the cave
The sun’s shade
There's the joy
In innocence’s day.
A new sheet calls for a new pen
New stars neighborhoods brighten.
There’s someone to save
On any single day.
In the kissing of flower
There’s that fragrance in the air.
They tell me to sing tragedy
They tell me to practice calamity
They holler
And there isn’t a single caller
And sin, merrier and bolder.
They smite
They exile
They ignite
Then call on the Infinite
Then kill
And cry Islam.
And there’s the smirk on his holiness
And the poor man’s cry in the awfulness
And we see heaven
And it’s wearing a frown.
O, truthful one
Whose Islam is it?
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A poem that speaks itself out with a message of wisdom... "Nowadays" strikes the bells of justice, and its sounds calls the wise to act.
An edifying reading is offered through the stanzas of "Nowadays".
Viva the Poet!
In reverent appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Thanks for the review,
To answer your question, am not waiting for an answer as I've already figured out the answer. I guess you'd need to do the same on your own.
Your bio picture raises many questions.
That then is the question, is it not?.