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Part 3- Body and Soul

Years have passed by
Now I can’t even cry.
A bucket of hot, boiling water
Is splashed on my face
Each time a tear makes its trace.

I, now, realize those words my body spoke
During our departure
I, now, realize those words my parents spoke
During my years of nurture.

But, after their death
I forgot all regrets.
Money ruled me.
God! Please help me.

I wish I had heeded their words
But it’s just too late
Burns, cracks, and fractures
Are sealing my unfortunate fate

I’m reaping the blood of my sown bad seed
No wonder, every passing moment only
Intensifies how much more I bleed.
Nobody prays for me, nothing reaches me
A dua’a is all I need.
A dua’a – is all I need…
(c) SKA

Part 4 is coming soon! 🙂 The last part of the series. 😍

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