A Call To Return

The whispers rise, a gentle plea, A call to hearts, to turn and see. The path we stray, so far astray, From light of truth, we lose our way. The world entices, with fleeting grace, A mirage of joy, in time and space. We chase its shadows, blind and lost, Ignoring whispers, counting the cost. Our hearts grow heavy, with guilt and shame, A burning fire, consuming the flame. We seek solace, in empty things, While true peace, on high it sings. A hand is stretched, in boundless love, A chance to mend, sent from above. Repent, return, with humble plea, To the mercy vast, eternally. The door is open, wide and bright, To guide us back, from darkest night. No matter how, we've gone astray, His love can cleanse, and light the way. So let us rise, with tearful eyes, And seek forgiveness, in the skies. Return to Allah, with hearts sincere, And find true peace, forever near. * Sehrab Sathoo