When I own the clues of life
track of life is chasing the way of evil one,
I look straight to the way of Masjid
Blinking soul shade me by waving his hand,
I went to the foot path of that very Piece
My eyes make me visible and I feel
I have to make Wadhu,
I make it and pray to the supreme of world,
I rectify my sins and hope for blessings
I again and again beg for freshness
in the court of Allah,
I cry for my sins in Sujud
My hopes with Allah never make me
hopeless,
Blessing shed on me and deeds come true.
©fazilzahor
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