Lina Al-Hakim Poet Rhyme

Patterns

Patterns wind down the mat,
As I pray they wind around my feet where I’m knelt,
So I chat.

Wishing for shrinks,
Your isometric gaze a belt,
It sinks.

State,
I don’t accept
Fate.

Patterns wind down the mat,
Your isometric gaze a belt,
Fate.

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Mohan Chutani March 19, 2026 at 8:15 AM Lina. a nice minichu. I gather that when one kneels down to pray, the patterns of worry sink away by his benign gaze. Congratulations for your placement. Best. Mohan Lina Al-Hakim March 19, 2026 at 1:15 PM Thank you!