My Abu Talib

For my mother.

Could you see God with my eyes
I would tear them out and grant them.
Could you hear God with my ears
I would lay them at your feet.
I want to show you lies
And the years you’ve wasted in them
I want to share my faith love,
Taste it, see? It’s sweet.

Could you take the faith I give
I could give you paradise
But you live deaf, dumb and blind
Through stubborn many years.
From the darkness where you live
You reject my desperate offerings.
At least accept my tears.
At least accept my tears.

by Z H Khan

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