I am not sure whether this is a poem or an ode or … something. I’m not to smart when it comes to all the technical stuff.
What I do know – is that I loved this.
It’s written by Junaid Ali, who is my friend’s cousin and I thought I’d share it with you all today. 🙂
You pierce the ageing heart of mine
Physically damaging it, is an on-going act of thine;
Whenever you raise your hand on your Muslim brother,
You shatter my world of Islamic perfection.
I write on paper, not machine
Like my predecessors, I hope to achieve,
A moment from your precious life
That which you willingly waste.