What is Yours?


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.



1 comment:

Unknown said...

very nice poetry, mashaAllah