Forgiveness Islamic Poems

Ya Ramadan,  holiest of all months
With luxurious scent of the bitter almonds.
A month of forgiveness and piety,
I proclaim Allah as my God, and no...

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Thankful for my creator I praise Her nobody's greater,
The hidden denominator a mystical commentator,
I'm wishing to find Her later I'm traveling slowly but surely,
Learning lessons...

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Tirelessly tapping the ecliptic elixir of modernity
the marionette hurls pebbles at minarets

The rot of this wretched wine vivified his rapturous pith
platting the tombs of his...

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Spilling myself with an ink-soaked feather
pages cocooned by mahogany leather,
eroded and weathered

“Damn my eyes”
“My deeds unjustified”

Perusing prose to anesthetize my pain
my windowpane dripping with drops...

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I uncover my blackened face  
My frail hands trembling 
As I fervently seek the remedy  

I have nothing except morsels of supplication ...

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I don't know the way to prostrate properly 
I don't know how to make supplications discreetly 
The droplets just drip down my cheeks 
That's how...

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Sin begins with the heart,
Where dark desires may start.

Sin takes root in the mind,
Where temptation begins to bind.

Sin fuels the imagination,
And fans the fire of...

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Oh sublime one, 

Liberate me from the chains of carnality and temptation

Release from modern day idolatry
And shield me from the attacks of ongoing spiritual warfare...

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Darbari molvi makes himself controversial by speaking and spreading lies and becoming a darbari.He doesn’t even like shaking hands with the poor and does khushamand...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Cyrus...

President of the country, 
not like any that came before. 
Or... Like any that will follow. 
Standing in the gap between the flood, 
and the...

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The Storm of Ages

I was given a taste of something... sweet. 
Innocence reborn a new, 
I... am... born... again. 

While some celebrate, 
others cringe and...

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Planning Better

The goal line is high, 
and it will take most of my life, 
to climb to the top. 
That is okay, 
as an objective...

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Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud,...

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When Freedom Grows Cold
(not a nice poem)

One day the dogs will not bark. 
I/we will not be ready, 
as they will have failed...
to do all...

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