One hundred poems
I gave to you sweet reader
I gave you nothing
One true verse I shape
My longing for the One
Penned with alchemy ink
Distilled of cries of anguish
Titrated with a thousand tears of
Love’s despair
One true verse recited in the
Rhythm of my beating heart
That Sufi drum of zikr
Each line in secret whispered
On every taken breath
One hundred lies I gave you reader
***** limericks of the ego
One true Poet writes
May his grace make me his quill
La ilaha illallah
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 7:51 AM UTC
One hundred poems
I gave to you sweet reader
I gave you nothing
One true verse I shape
My longing for the One
Penned with alchemy ink
Distilled of cries of anguish
Titrated with a thousand tears of
Love’s despair
One true verse recited in the
Rhythm of my beating heart
That Sufi drum of zikr
Each line in secret whispered
On every taken breath
One hundred lies I gave you reader
***** limericks of the ego
One true Poet writes
May his grace make me his quill
La ilaha illallah
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