(What I wrote just occured to me during Friday's prayers, today)
Lord
If you allow me
For just one wish of all
Listen to me
As I sound the softest I can
And plea before you
Bounce me back no echo
Laying flat, facing down
To the ground
Where I came from
Lord
Of them all I’ve met
Those hands that I’ve touched
All regards that I said so warm
But there’s one
Whom I’d never said hello to
How silly that I’d forgotten
To shake her hands
Yet, my lord
Through some eyes
I was seen
Through some ears
I was listened to
Through some thoughts
My words made a little sense
And through that one heart
I lay down the pain
Above all, my lord
For probing deep into my soul
For exploring into my hectic minds
For I have never been
Ever concerned by
Ever looked after
So microscopically
Grant her, my lord
The highest spot
In heaven
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