Being thankful

I acknowledge all your blessings, Lord
That I had been taking for granted.
I realise, it wouldn’t have happened
If seeds of faith, I’d deeply planted.

Forgive me for belittling the gifts in line
Which you’d bestowed, free of cost.
Meanwhile, I complained and whined
For wishes deprived and hopes lost.

Throughout, your mercy shaded my life
& countless blessings endlessly flowed.
I would’ve been humbled , obliged
if positivity & gratitude, I had sowed.

Nothing happens purposelessly
Not even pricking of a thorn.
But to awaken slumbering soul
As a faithful has to be reborn

I just heard a knock on my door
A gentle knock from a humble guest
I wasn’t prepared for this arrival yet
Wanted to welcome with warmth & zest

I am overwhelmed by the state of affairs
It would find my adobe in
I solemnly pledge to play my role
To cleanse the house of my SOUL

To make it suitable for its stay
Peeking through the keyhole saw
Ramadan has arrived anyway.
Long awaited guest brought along
Umpteen blessings night and day.

Had planned much to entertain
But house is not upto the mark
May it doesn’t express disdain
And in dismay doesn’t depart

Entrance door requires self-reflection
I’ll Start cleaning from the passageway.
Which suggests my faith needs renovation
As I realise I’ve been going astray

Scrubbing the living room of immodest discussions
To save my hereafter of it’s repercussions.

Mopping the rooms of negativity & resentment
For a pure heart will bring eternal contentment.

I’ll drop my ego and Humble myself
I’ll rid my soul of pretentious shell

I open the door to greet my guest
For our patience & piety, it’s a test
May pleasing Allah be our sole quest
May we hope & strive to be our best

Poem by Me @markthewords