The Sujood
He was too proud
Too arrogant
Too fickle minded
To obey
His Lord...
Today
He misleads
Misguides
Miscalls
And mistalk
People from their Lord
To the abysmal abyss!
Yet
Their Lord gives them
A chance...
To redeem themselves
To heal
To purify
To cleanse
To wash
To remedy themselves
From a life of turmoil
And an end in hell...
Only if...
... We can prostrate
To our Lord...
Sujood...
The nearest you can get
To Him
At anytime
Anywhere
Anyday...
The fastest way to Him
The quickest road
Bolt can't stand its speed
It cleanses filth
It opens doors...
The secret of successes
That the enemy knows
And wants us not
To unravel...
Lucky us
We now know...
So I ask
Won't you go
Henceforth
On sujood
More and more
Than before?
Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment