بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
when the earth is resting and the people are not busy,
Its like a baby crying to a mother at odd hours,
but made her mother smile under that sleepy eyes.
Its like talking to a Lover in a secret,
so you wouldnt be like the Madman of Layla.
Its like a closed private garden,
when you alone can enjoy the beauty of the flower.
Its like walking on a lonely road
when by day its exhausted by the weight.
Its like running on an endless field,
that you can finally run as fast as you can.
Although He listens all the time,
Its at night that world rest from its effort to make you love it.
At Night, You listen as He listens.
and you drop your love for the world, and remember when there's no One but Him
p/s: I posted this poem earlier in this blog because i woke up at 3.am wanting nothing but to write. Tonight, it happened again...SubhanAllah...
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