Treasure Island

Muhammad Bilal


The Heart Of A Muslim


One short sleep past to another due,
here and there I stand for a chance,
my love is blind of the innuendo,
a natural disposition inspired with guidance.
I show you in my eyes I am true to my trust,
Islam, which I shall never look upon another,
good sense and nature so equally just.
I feel moments of great calm, roots of splendour
and its different stages dwell on my living.
The compassionate heart of a Muslim,
a word after a word is praising,
captivating symbols of a high mannerism.
A spirited affect and few small drops of rain,
in the hands of Allah is worthy to feature in life.

Submitted: Sunday, May 05, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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