Short Philosophywords Poems

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