What you think is yours,
is not yours, really.
The past is already gone.
The present cant be touched.
The future already written.
All your knowledge is all, but a grain of sand.
All your experience is all, but a fleeting moment.
All these kingdom, gone in a gush of wind.
Life, taken over by death.
Nothing is yours.
What is yours than?
Who are You, really.
When you understand this,
You are the Sultan of your Heart.
©Luqman.WordsOfPearls.
©Luqman.WordsOfPearls.
1 comment:
very nice poetry, mashaAllah
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