Your footsteps

Posted by Ehsan on 13 Oct 2010 at 12:23 in Poems 2010 | 4 comments

In every allay I wander
I seek the traces of your whereabouts

The tears I spill in worship
are for the sake of your well being

When I read the Holy Quran
It is your hands I hold in my mind

A drunkard of love I have become
by the mere thought of your presence

Poetry is taught a lesson
when I depict your face

Irfan ascends to the seventh heaven
when I mention your beauty

The dhikhr that drips from my mouth
is scented with your name

I prostrate to the Lord of the Worlds
by kissing your footsteps

May God hasten the promised day
when I will burn up in your light

4 Comments

  1. Alsalam alaikum.

    Indeed an exellent poem. Really well chosen words in each sentence. Your work bears the stamp of thoughtfulness.

  2. Salam sister Fatima

    Thank you for your kind words. The poem is a a mere scribble but I personally liked the following piece:

    I prostrate to the Lord of the Worlds
    by kissing your footsteps

    It made me write the entire poem. :)

  3. Alaikum alsalam.

    It’s when the words comes to you naturally, and you don’t just struggle to write a poem, that a poem really is worth reading. Therefore, I don’t view view it as negative that it’s a “mere scribble”.
    At least this is my opinion, since I don’t like the idea of one who is “forced” to write poetry. =)

  4. That is true indeed sister. I fully concur.

    Actually the overwhelming majority of my poems are written in a span of 5-10 min. Those which are forced are seldom any good and they usually take time to write (apart from being exhausting). There are a handful of poems which have taken long time but that is more due to the complexity of the poem, if I try to convey an advanced concept and lack the flow in the verse and correct wording to depict what I wish to convey. But these advanced poems are an exception.

    But you are probably right. Perhaps the best masterpieces of poetry have been mere scribbles. Rumi’s Mathnawi for example was not written, rather Rumi’s secretary and companion Hosham wrote down what burst out of Rumi when he came into a spiritual mood – and those words formed the beautiful Mathnawi.

    But how high was he and how low are we!

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