ink.weaver

the host

Birds,sunlight, morning breeze
Cosmic breath ,avision of green leaves
Where birds fly free
Under maple trees
Birds stitch the sky ,no rush
Wings move slow under sun clutch
no rush ,no flee ,freedom signs
It’s ramadan’s breath
God’s open hands
And our wishes for Straightened path
From dawns first breath till dusk’s last sigh
Rythm of subhan’ prayers
Erase sins , heal the wounds
Host with devine light ,calls the soul to rise
But the call was interrupt
With curses like smoke ,bloking out the devine light
Buildings that cough, souls sour with deceit.
The leaves blush red, then crumble to dust,
As curses clot the air, and in God we distrust.
The host arrives with steam of greed
Choking birds and burn the leaves
The host now in pain
So he flee ,from the chase before it embedded
Noises shains And souls scream
A vision of dark fire counsume the leaves
Its wrath of God when u kill the seeds
A sign ,a warning , a dor of hell after life ,but its near
straighten ur spine before ur sins flees
Before GOD’s hands seal ,
And u stand inert
Shackles of sins ,mercy is need
Stars shines no burdden
Ramadan’s crescent moon
devine breath to heal the wounds
Where mercy down’s a chance to stand before GOD’s open hands
soules return ,birds sleep yet muslims stand for tarawih
Gathering mercy and seeds
To water the leaves for the next year
Host is gone now
But we still here
Will it back to us next year or we will missed it in earths beneath .?