We can’t Atone


Have you seen the seed that you sow?
From the earth, how it grows?
Or are you amazed with the cotton you sew?
Distinguishing humans from animals low…
Honoured is the horse above dogs and sow-
How it was? Only he knows.

From toddlers, along the path we go.
Without help, our yeast rose to dough.
Wherever he blows us, we just must flow
Yet we realize not, it is with his grace we glow.

If by his wish, we‘re like grass to doe-
Perambulating, amidst the bush we ‘ld roam
Or by his will, plants should troll-
For sunlight and water- to gain control
We would all have been in disarray thrown,
Oh! None deserves our worship, our praise; his own,
So mighty is Allah, high above is throne.

To you I bow-
Bless my sown.


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