The Flower

Unforgiving waves
with sinking intentions

Waves’ ally
the angry wind

Concerning sky with ocean
the soaring water spout

On this troubled set
a ship sailing

Broken decks
Wrecked sails

This ship
Has a captain!

Broken heart
Wrecked back

In his heart
Hundreds martyred

Shoulders up
Awakened mind

Fingers thrilling
the ship’s control

Eyebrows shadowing
the hopeful eyes

Voice of hope
a threat to storm

On his tongue,
a red flower

Source of calm
points to peaceful beach

Smells like blood

Recites:

Most beautiful poem:

Allahumma! Salli ala Muhammad wa aali Muhammad!