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Head lowered, hands outstretched,
Passing by, thinking you are a lie,
Another beggar with gold under your cloth,
Hidden, in clothing resembling a moth.
Empty utterances passing in the air,
Has life really treated you this unfair?
Harshly torn apart from humanity,
Utterances in lack of sanity.
Keeping your eyes to the ground,
Pictures that are formed by sound,
Elapsing into time,
Yet in Allah’s blessed prime.
Thoughts back to you, haunt my soul,
Has wrongful judgment taken its toll?
Where you an angle in mans cloth?
Angle, with the wings of a moth?
Sense when did Allah so test me?
With the hunger of a plea,
Or did my heart betray the mouth of one so needy,
Forming a picture of one so greedy.
In EMPTY hands outstretched,
Passed by, thinking you where a lie,
Yet, nothing but skin and bones under your cloth,
Hidden, in clothing resembling a moth.
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edited by administrator on 3/3/2008
edited by administrator on 3/3/2008
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