As the Night tip-toed into the valley,
Enveloping the world in her sparkling cloak
Musing & humming lullaby to every soul
Like governess, her appearance pervades silence
As she stroll the world in solitude ,
Sometimes near the sea-shore
Sauntering through the woods singing perhaps some folklore.
Awake while the world slept,
Often & often she wept
But it was not the solitude that made her cry,
As often the tears are symbol of joy.
With patience she waited as time galloped to that hour
When Al-KHALIQ descends to the lowest heaven,
So that HIS servants could ask and be forgiven
An hour when love and care bloomed in the air,
Declaration of love made in silent whispers & tears & HIS ever embracing mercy & care,
A time when HIS servants lay bare
Their hearts to their RAB with no layer & fear
To be judged.
As the world submerged,
In his love & mercy
Night was the spectator of this pure ectasy.
Europhic, delighted, elated she remains,
As it was not in the candescent light of day,
When life oozes,breathes & play
Of which day prides,
But it is in the dead darkness of Night
Is when her RAB oblige,
To make her witness of love.
That love, which only purifies,
O' how blessed thou are Night ,
to be a witness of love
That entire universe glorifies.
Bismillah .
My first poem of this book.🌿
Do remember me & ummah in your duas.
Faqat e Abd e Rahmana
Sadaf
Assalamuaalaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu🥀
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SpiritualWhat resonates at the core of my heart usually tends to find solace in the corners of my heart. Thus, presenting a peek to that corner.
