Poem 11 (Hour 11) Qundeel

Holy Place


I wish, I would sit

In the holy place of peace

Where, nobody can interrupt or break

The invisible thread of discourse

Between creator and creature

I wish, I could touch that peak

Doing useful deeds, instead of scream

I wish, I die on the place

To feel the pleasure even after death

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