Impressions stamped upon the forehead
We cannot escape
Left unstable with these mounting trinkets
Gold plated wood
The goodness amassed for frail hearts
Reaches no veins and in vain
We wait thinking foundations will not buckle
Under the pressure of the external
I am not rich
Just a poor soul trying to pay off it's debts
Towards God is the procession
gold plated wood, i love that b/c it will decay n thats life tbh...
ReplyDeleteMashaAllah <3, a beautiful reminder of the alluring nature of this world and of how we can become so entangled within it, that we forget how it all leans towards Allah at the end of the day.
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