Thoughts That Grow In My Heart
The enfolded pain; the suppressed thoughts,
Want to tear out of my heart
They come to my mouth,
Willing to come out,
Urging to be granted with words
But ,
I feel; I am finished with my words
Loosing their ground ;
As, by them no words are found,
They travel back to the place they 're bound.
Unable to give them words
I share them with none else
But Allah.
Who needs no words
For He already knows each thought
That grows in my heart
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