Foolish Forgetful Follower

ایک مسئلہ میرے دل میں ابھی

 میرے خدا دل میں نہیں

 اسلیے کچھ بھی نہیں سہی

 ایمان جیسے مچھلی ہاتھوں سے بھاگی

The moon succumbs to another bright day

I go about the normal of a subject shaped of clay

However, moments go by that distract from His way

Moments that dull, cloud, dampen, with the heaviness of dismay

O my Lord O Supreme Oh all he has given me

Fireflies, kittens, clear signs for the eyes to see

From the reminder of the morning hours that fills my ears in times of need

Moments of ignorance lead to a helpless plea

From birds on roads to frogs and toads

Instances leading to harrowing abodes

Hearts grow hard and eyes start to cry

When their owners let their tongues go dry

Oh how could I forget you after all that is true

In every single instance you shape all that I do

If truly I keep working regardless like the mules

I truly have become another one of the fools

The fools know of you and the power you bear,

yet strangely enough they forget you are there

Their example is like one who hears thunder with its cry

And one who sees the streaking of lightning flash by

And one who hears the beating of rain from the sky

But leaves the house forgetting a jacket to keep dry

Or one who witnesses an assassin with a heart black as ink

With a skillful slight of the hand drip a drop of death into a drink

And who sees the liquid churn from smooth to a pulp

But forgets the venom, and welcomes a gulp

Oh don’t you fools realize who is before you

A mortal of importance passes and you turn to what is true

You prepare and you think and your mind loses shame

When you sin after your mouth becomes barren of His name

Well, realize that only you are to blame

And hope He doesn’t take your life before you repent in His name

And think of the day where you’ll forget your mother’s name

And think of the roar of the yearning flame

And think of humanity seeing your sin, oh what a shame

And think of the eternal stinging of the punishing flame which came

Screeching eternally about how you could be so dumb 

Having taken to sin like the drunkard to rum

Not seeking forgiveness when your soul would bend

Not bothering the rancid overgrown meadows to tend

Never remembering that your time will

– Mufakir