Steady with how they ooze As mere as they seem & weak they may look As nothing, they may be & just vocal notes, They can ruin… Not one, but life itself. Patch it With all thread, you’ve got. (C)2020, Abdul Hakim Genius
Month: Jun 2020
Men betrayed me
The realm of men envied me So I married these scrolls In which I derive divine pleasures. The race of humans betrayed me & what gave me warmth Were these old pages In which I conversed - with God (the sublime).
It kills
It kills while breathing life Into soulless body It hurts while giving hope - of eternal ecstasy It ruins and again, patches thorned relations... See full poem: