#punishments
You have boxes of cereals
I have boxes of crime,
Don't worry about it
I am not like that serial killer vine.
My boxes are not illegal
But regarded as trek,
I designate them as crime
Because it's done on beck.
The first crime is universal
Which is eating during a class,
And if you get caught
You will get a detention to pass.
Second needs a little courage
Which is bunking the lab,
And you will roam the whole school with friends
Without hiring a cab.
This crime is something planned
Distracting teacher from her study point,
Asking tales about their life struggle
Because we got bored from her english coined.
This crime is nothing less than others
Which is cheating during a test,
Not everyone will accept that
Because not everytime it did help them to score their best.
If you start to count them all
It will take your whole life to wind,
You created memories that are crime
Which you won't ever mind!
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
Obey, and you will be happy.
Disobey, and you will be in despair.
Pestilences sticking with you till you die,
Everywhere you go, the wrath of God, upon you.
Blight seared on your land, accompanied with a pinch of mildew.
Just a little of curses here and there,
in a bowl of sadness and despair.
A soup of punishments served to you.
Enjoy.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
Connecting with the Umma
In space and time,
Prostrate in prayer
Contained and comforted
By the mosque’s sanguine light,
The ordered lines of acolytes
In reverential rows.
All herein was ordered and controlled,
Gender’s appropriately separated,
The air devoid of ****** musk,
All done correctly to dusty text.
Outside, oh outside, is chaos
The kaffir engaged in godless behaviour
Flesh exhibited in defiance of god’s
Thousand clearly expressed rules
Remorselessly recorded within
The rippling shadows of sand.
That unknown form sitting in judgement
In a heavenly court, unseen and oblique,
But remarkably like the courts of men.
Tainted thoughts of the unbeliever-
Intimate touches in the moonlight,
Caresses in the sunlight
Laughing, singing, and drinking,
Unaccustomed to strict religious
Contemplation, the rightful punishments
That occasion neglect.
The serpentine gaiety unravelling his solemn mind.
He held his throbbing
Head as he released himself from prayer;
Walking outside the women’s exposed flesh
Gave him murderous ideas.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC