WE HAVE TO GATHER EVERY PETAL (A Poem)

I listened to the wailing children and women so old;
When the bombs explode and spines run cold.
I listened to the anguish of the bereaved now sold.
I shed tears in anger and fondness praying to be bold.

I walked to the alter of Allah trembling as a mortal;
I knew somehow, we have to gather every petal.
I knew somehow our deen is immortal.
I knew somehow our hearts are not metal.

When shall we see the beauty of our deen?
When shall we keep our hearts so pure and clean?
When shall we soar to heights above human shin?
When shall we rise above earthly devilish sin?

From the hot winds of Afghanistan;
To the dry winds of troubled Pakistan;
Up to the lonesome souls of Uzbekistan;
Comes forth the need to keep our skin tan.

It is time to go back to Allah's ray;
And so we have to gather every petal today.
Hence, we have to keep the devilish hate at bay.
Oh Brother, take my hand as we dance through "Sunnah" sway.

La'ila Ha Illah Muhammadu Rasulullah!!!!

Dedicated to my Pakistani Pals:
Especially Mian Kamran: who wanted me to write a poem
with a phrase:"We Have To Gather Every Petal."

Ali Baba Yakubu
2 March 2011