Poem 7
On the front porch she took her seat
Inhaling the cool breeze, she outstretched her feet.
Hoping somebody will come by
To keep her entertained, for only she was counting time.
No sooner than an eyes blink,
A Woman comes by beautified, quite stunningly.
She came to her, greeting with a warm smile,
The women was truly beautiful, although obviously quite senile.
Made up, perfumed and finely dressed,
On her body she wore an alluring diamond set.
Glistering and glittering in the sunshine
Their exquisiteness was making the girl seemingly blind.
Quite besotted by the jewels she was,
She began to devise her evil plot
Whilst with the shine of the jewels her eyes fought,
‘I must, I must make them mine,’ she thought.
‘Don’t do this; don’t get yourself into this mess’
A voice from inside warned, in a tone desperate.
Ignoring it, she pushed it with haste to the back of her mind
For in her a burning desire she began to find.
Determined to get her hands on the forbidden
Weakening was her common sense, and clear vision.
For since she craved what wasn’t hers,
Her sinful and blackened heart was now stirred
And amidst this commotion, appeared to her a handsome young man,
Smiling at her, he extended his trustworthy hand.
“I am a sincere advisor to you,” he began to say
“If you do this, I’m with you every step on the way.”
Listening attentively to his attractive deal
She returned her hand, for what she yearned, would be fulfilled.
And such was the evil pledge she was ready to make,
When again something shook her awake.
With a desperate tone, once again,
“Don’t do this,” it cried, with a tone full of blame.
‘But…’ she began to argue back quite irritated,
If she backed out now, in front of the young man she would be humiliated.
None the less she continued, her hand getting closer to his,
When the voice inside of her began to really persist.
Now worried, she knew something wasn’t right
Suddenly everything became as ambiguous as the cover of night.
Fearing the worst, she slowly withdrew her hand,
For now she felt trapped, as if she was sinking into quick sand
What, between the assurances of the promised deal,
The jewels would have been hers; she would have had her seal.
But amongst all this, deep down she knew she would be the loser
For indeed she knew that a guilty conscious needed no accuser.
A harsh remorse began to set in,
As she grasped the reality from within.
She turned her back away as tears began to well in her eyes
Dropping on one knee, to Allah she began to complain her sighs.
For she knew that it was He that was above all,
Since he sent this to her, then he was certainly in control of all.
Pleading, hoping, crying
Her weapon of Dua, she was furiously excising.
Asking Allah to make her soul upright,
To clear her heart, and hence clear her sight.
And with that she turned away from the women and jewles in much disgust
As she realized that despite with her age and beauty, even she would eventually perish and turn into dust
As for her jewels, she came to know,
That all that glitters was certainly not gold
And as for the handsome man, the ‘Sincere Advisor,’
She too realized that he was nothing less than The Deceitful Liar.
Armed with this knowledge, she pulled out her sword,
It was nothing much, nothing fancy, just the word of Refuge with her Lord
And with that he soon vanished,
and she continued with her day, with a heart newly polished.
it becomes very difficult for me ,making decision which one is on no:1:bump: