“Whoever finds love
beneath hurt and grief
disappears into emptiness
with a thousand new disguises”
― Rumi
standing at the market place
like a wave kissing the rock
she wonders about her life
she takes stock....she falters
in silence her pain she hawks
she has not eaten her child
is hungry pleadingly knocks
on the shut doors of humanity
that you have suddenly locked
in the name of Allah the Great
his mercy she seeks she talks
One among many of his lost flock
