Brother Yahya Naqvi is back with a heartfelt poem about the believer's fight with this world.
Yahya Naqvi
She rattles faith
An illusion of peace
Tried every bait
But can't be seized
Cunning
Bold
And Beautiful
Magical
Shrewd
But Intangible
Her favorite color is gold
And I need to let her go
She captures souls
Engulfs the hearts
Unquenchable thirst
That never departs
Soothing
Intoxicating
But Temporary
Melody
Rhythm
And contemporary
She sings through the radio
And I need to let her go
She does appeal
But is not real
She does attract
But it's an act
She is magnetic
But all synthetic
Must gather my whit
So I can split
Pull together my act
So I can detach
From the source
I must divorce…
Dunya
