If all
the seas and all the trees
Were
ink and writing pen
And
writing was the only business
Of all
the women and men
If all
the time they thought and wrote
And
doubled the seas and trees
The
words of Allah would never end
They
may write as long as they please.
That
is my Rab, my beloved God and that is
my Help
From
Whose fountain I sip
My
tongue and pen to speak and write
It’s
His Mercy in which I dip.
He
gives me power to stand and stare
And
face the odds of daily life
I do
admit the struggles there
But what a joy- there is no strife.
My
blood and bones and all the flesh
My
heart and head and stirring soul
I pray
they do their duty well,
To
praise Him is their goal.
The
mighty kings may rule and reign
The
land and sea may bend and bow
The
hidden secrets of heart's solace
They
never can know its why and how.
The
gold and diamonds may glitter and shine
The
spark of wealth may bring a glow
The
ray of light that comes from heavens
Is more
than all the eyes can know.
The
wise and sages know what to do
The
learned think they know what's living
But
sorry to say, their hands are stretched
And
the real art of life is giving.
I
don't know what it is
And
how can I?
But I
hope and I have the right to hope
That
it will be bright
Like
the bright moon in the darkest night
You
know what l mean;
Don't You?
It’s Faith,
my earnest Faith o
That
makes me see
The
moments that are yet to be
And
throws a flood of light
On the
dark canvas of night
- that
is tomorrow
And I
begin to feel--and hope
Tomorrow
will be bright
Am I
right ?
You
care for me the way I don't
You go
with me to where I won't
You
let me have what's good for me
The
troubles I bring- You make them flee
I doze
and sleep, You are fully awake
My
heart's solace, from You I take.
I ask
a little of food, "O Please,
You
give me bread and butter and cheese".
How
kind you are I cannot tell,
You
give me things You do not sell
The
rain is free and free is sunshine
And
all the air that I need is mine
I run
on land and sail on sea
I look
to moon, for, there I'll be.
O my
God, my Loving God
The
way the righteous people trod
Let me
tread that beautiful way
Let
piety make me jolly and gay
You
take my heart and soul and keep
You
throw me up, or down so deep
I do
not mind what happens to me
If
only once Your face I could see.
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God
who smiles and gives
And Who
comes to whom who waits,
Provided
you are good,
Will
be happy.
The
world where everything sparkles
But
where nothing is on fire,
Provided
you are beautiful,
Will
be charmed.
My
heart, in the amorous shadow
Where
two beautiful eyes intoxicate Him,
As
long as you are happy
Will
be happy.
Just
like butterflies, we also need
Freedom
to flap our wings and go
Explore
the world.
Despite
the fact that life is full
of
inevitable highs and lows, I
believe
that we should keep
moving,
keep fighting, keep
dreaming
and keep flying.
I look
up to butterflies for
the
incredible way they are
able
to make the day of people
by
showing them their grace
and
prettiness.
Similarly,
we should
also
be able to show people
how beautiful
our hearts are
and
how we are marvellously special
in our
own kind of way.
Just
like butterflies embrace their
beauty
each and every day, we should
be
able to do the same; appreciate that
wonderful
person we are, without ever
having
the slightest endeavor of
modifying
us
Butterflies
aren't ordinary,
they're
precious, the way we all are.
I
believe that butterflies are
there
for a good reason.
They are
here to remind us
of our
purpose
and
that we should always
be
open-minded, daring,
courageous
and try taking
new paths;
and of course,
never
be a coward of achieving.
[Note: Revealed Poems of 28-29 August 2021 received by Imam- Jamaat Ul Sahih Al Islam Hazrat Khalifatullah Al Mahdi Munir Ahmad Azim (aba) Saheb of Mauritius.]