The jumpings in my heart
In my little hut
Possessing my mind
A man of a kind
Him I wish I could see
Leaving me deeply at sea
What a man!
Where is my fan?
The control of this sweat it can!
Goosebumps on my skin
Wishing he was my kin
Omaar! Omaar! Omaar!
My love
My dove
When great men cry
Shining the sky
What a man!
Where is my fan?
The control of this sweat it can
The 'Ameerul Mu'amineen
Hating the faasiqeen
Yearning for yaqeen
His name sweet on my lips
His manners firm to my grips
For as I am told
I try to hold
To be continued...
(RMRS, March,2014)
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