Picture by aldialbest
(One of the proud community mosques of Aceh, Mosque of Oman Al-makmur, lampriet, Banda Aceh)
There was a sound of Qalbu's voice
Echoing the Supreme Asthma
The sun soothes the taste
But the lonely thirsty feel
The streets became silent and the wind was gone
Then claiming the Heaven House my body soul?
Basic, shameless
On top of the blue sky
All are busy neglecting time
How cruel to my fate
Like a plant far from fertile
Maybe time has been pointed
When it regrets nothing helps
Oh God give grace your annih
My prostration is so false
Already know your penis is painful
But until the seconds rolled, not knowing yourself.
Rhyme August 2017.
