Tartuffe
Do you count yourself among those
Of love while your tortured heart knows
Your deceit that over a sun
You a withering matchstick chose?
Confusion
Weep, weep, weep, my heart, weep, weep, weep!
I know what silent sorrows heap
Upon you and confound the mind,
But when did sorrow ever sleep?
Masha'Allah, beautiful poems, as always, by our brother Motamid.
Jazakum Allah khairn Sister Salikah and Sidi Salik. I am glad to know my words can touch two worthy people! Wasalam.
ReplyDeleteWa'alaykum AsSalam Sidi,
ReplyDeleteMasha'Allah, you are a talented poet whose words touch the hearts of many far better than us.
May Allah grant you all good in this life and the next.
Wassalam,
Salikah (and Salik)