Attributes of the Merciful

My finger is burnt,

From which I twirl maroon rosary beads,

The heat of which when escapes,

my finger turns into a breeze.

I kneel down on the prayer rug,

Engrossed in my daily prayers

My mind lost in heavenly thoughts of the heavens,

That God would descend upon those who follow into the footsteps of his

beloved infallibles.

The path I have chosen would sure lead me to his door

Restless I am, always

Doomsday is what I await;

Holding onto the rope of faith.

My heart shrinks from living on a planet - full of worldly lies.

I do see those clouds spread like a shroud;

which my mother once told belongs to You,

Only You- The most merciful of the seven skies.

And even in the rarest and darkest of places,

an infinitesimal amount of light is enough

to prove your omnipotency. ◆

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