Friday 8 April 2011

Poetry from the needle of heart

The beloved of  Allah
When days started come into infliction
The sight of the beloved is seen
The relief and gift of infliction

What a good infliction with a sight of beloved
Whose face is as bright 
Which day of moon can stand infront of the brightness of beloved
Eyes just witness and witness and witness

He had no money for himself
He had much money bestowed
But he was the beloved
Scarified everything leaving the master only in his heart forever

The slave has no option but to listen to his master
The day of master came when he thought of relief
Asked his slave a few amount for freedom
His slave started working in night doing work of master in the day

The slave used to dug a grave
Earn one coin a night returning to his master
Returning at service of master thereby returning to the grave
Master came aware of the grave realizing the crime of slave

  The slave departed to the grave
The master followed him to the grave
Both the slave and master in the graveyard
The slave dug the grave

With his two foots on the ground
Started praying to his real master
While the master ashamed of his shameful blame
Stood amazed in spy

The slave later departed to the mosque
Followed the master as close as he can
He sat in the front and he sat behind him
He finally finished his duty of the night

Raising his hand towards his master
He asked his master Oh lord now my master 
Will ask a coin and how will I give him
The coin in its form appeared in his hand

Ashamed in tears was the master just behind him
He came running home in shame and pity
As the slave returned with the coin
His lord gifted him all the coins he required

The master in submittable stand
Asked to be the slave of the slave 
The obedience of a slave  in infliction
Taught by the beloved

Obey your lord,worship him and in total obedience
The one is the provider of everything
Whatever be the infliction
Raise the hands and it will be answered

Who else know the lord more than the most beloved
Who else know the lord more than the most beloved



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