✒️:. Mohd Ishaq Shah
I am made of bone and flesh,
Fallible and faulty, never fresh.
Stinky, sinful, Satan’s servant so,
With a moral level very much low.
I was made for worship and compassion,
I was meant for love and affection.
Very sad that I turned selfish and egoistic,
My mind is a devil’s box, materialistic.
I am forgetful and falsified like a jinn,
Who never looks through thick and thin.
What can I expect from my Lord and Creator?
Nothing but punishment and hell’s fire.
I am not Saint John Milton or Saint Augustine,
Who wrote Confession and Paradise Lost fine.
In simple language I only say, my God,
If You forgive me, it is injustice, my Lord.
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