**
The campfire's out but it still burns
When I touch you, knowing
your warmth is for someone else.

Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 83

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

I am passively standing at the sea shore,
The sea waves willingly grasp my dainty feet.

With soothing and chillness
Everytime they voluntarily undergo
And dearly retreat my dear feet with tender touch.

Indeed, they bear the vast knowledge.
Under beneath themselves.
However, they tenderly caress,
My dear feet with sincere love.

How lucky am I, as your own creation,
Oh All Known Divine Creator!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019

I lie here with you.
On my mind.
Your touch.
Your hold.
Your grasp.
Being in your arms.
Is all I crave.
The touch of comfort.
You always gave.