Treasure Island

Musfiq us shaleheen

(31st, December,1970 / Khulna, Bangladesh)

Know Thyself


Oh! You could not try to wit yourself
Your are in loop and banded, how will you?
So you shore at half a way
Person who prop on boat at a distant river
He roost into your soul,
as showcase contain pieces

You mount at darkness
Men live and brace into your heart
A man who has bilge and dumb
He who say with your voice

You don't know who you are!
Just behold! Who grill god and where is he?
If you want to know yourself
You discover the man at the end of the path
Wisdom says, you underneath on yourself
God ascend on yourself.

Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2012
Edited: Friday, June 13, 2014

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if you know yourself you understand god.
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-Shaleheen

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