A Barefooted One

Maybe I will merge with you on a Friday sermon In a time of congregation prayer From upstairs, with all my questions of Khushoo' and khudoo' I would see people and people, their shirts, logos on those jerseys There will be request in a softer voice to turn off all those cell phones. I would see those windows, chandeliers , those bright lights All those lavish carpets would bring lots of people Maybe you will be one of them, a barefooted one. I never knew when I grew up, in a real sense I am still in my early years, when I recite verses with my efforts With my ability , with my inability and with all my common senses May be I am not up to the norm, you also remind me quite often I see an agonizing pain with all my truest intention, there. Note: Khushoo' - calmness in salah