Sunday, March 16, 2025

Teardrops pour

I do not want to forget..
Nor can I turn a blind eye.
I move through my days, counting my
blessings...
Yet within' me, teardrops pour silently.

How can one be human..
How can one remain sentient..
Without a h eart that burns for humanity?

I praise Allah for the bittersweetness in
my soul..
A weight, a mercy, a flame that never
fades..

-A

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