Prayer Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

We are made of clay
How much safe we in the bucket of a Metal?
Metal burns
Clay regenerates.

Water is everywhere, third fourth
But kinsman's lips are dry;
Avoiding Heavenly bright, relying on
So called mechanism.
Metal has no heart
How can it pay a solicitation?
Or put a submission?
The Earth needs a heart that can feel and trill.

Seek salvation in prayer; so many symptoms
Around even in the gyre of time
Learn from Prophet Musa, His club ensures
Even from the stones the twelve waterfalls.