Mahadhir Bin Monihuldin Poet Free verse

Friday Prayer At the Mosque

The holy sermon reverberates
     across the mosque
I see rowdy boys in uniform fooling
They gather in cliques at the back row
And what radiates from their vicinity
an aura, that makes the lord's home 
akin to a playing ground
where ungodly names are tossed around
sounds of trivial chatter, left and right
just an exasperating game 
of hitting and shoving thy neighbours

     The will of God, present,
     in this place of worship
Fear coerced these idle men 
scattered on Persian rugs
sitting with legs crossed
head on their wobbly hand, dozing off
Their body would jolt
awakening their sleep
to which they will tell themselves
the presence of body excuses
the absence of mind
as long as the depths of hell
is always dim in thought
And so they relapse into deeper slumber

     The preacher expounds the 
     divine signal
These words means it's time
for movement to be commanded 
Never have I understood
what they were meant to say
But oh have I memorized what
I am to do
Thus, I raise my hands
high to the empty sky
posture my palms towards my face
murmur words that make no sense
and just follow what everyone else is doing

Anyway
I'm off to pray

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