Age of Jahiliyah

A blog of wide and varied interest, including Islam, Muslims, Poetry, Art and much more.

Up by Tiel Aisha Ansari

Where were you when the fires rose up?
Where is the image before it shows up?

Seeds are deep-buried, far from the light,
somehow the shoot germinates and knows up.

Where did the sundial’s shadow disappear to?
Clocks wind down and a child grows up.

Tell me if you know the final answers
why stones fall and water never flows up.

Where has yesterday’s caravan gone,
footprints hidden by the dust that blows up?

Shopkeepers shut their doors and windows
sun’s going down and it’s time to close up.

I am dust and a shadow walking.
Call me, Lord, as my spirit goes up.

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