Holy dream that modefied my soul
Holly dream that modefied my soul
oh my dear I'm all here,
to explain you the reason,
the reasons of my peace,
the answer to my tear,
I settled and pondered over,
I came to realize that was not always alone
what I thought of a prison mind,
i couldn't get over it,
but indeed he was all along,
in my soul in my mind
all over my existance,
was covered with pure guidance,
oh I came to know I was ungrateful,
was deep down in own depth,
but he grabbed my hands all along
but I kept saying I've a life sorrowfull,
he kept coming in my dreams
and holding me as I'm a infant,
I was shivering and shattered,
his hands on my head enlighten with a beam,
I wished I never woke up,
I felt the peace I never felt,
I felt my self soaked in affiction I dreamt
I talked alone in a room with thee,
I rushed to the holy book,
asking thau what I was going through,
he gave me a feeling of being tranquil
and It gave me sansation as a pill I took
I thought I found my way to my destination,
i was fearless,
I was free from the dragons I was holding inside,
i took control of temptations.
so there's no late,
there's always an invitation to follow light,
there's always guidance to give
and the courage to endure the pain.
I believed in him as he wanted,
and loved what I was becoming,
crying everyday every night to to thee,
to keep me the same and 'yes my dear' he responded.
About this poem
This poem is about the holy prophet Muhammad (SAWW) who came in my dream and then I felt peace I never felt.i wanted that dream to never end as it was best dream of my life and He told me told me that everything's gonna be okay.
Submitted by nida80420 on October 27, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,370 |
Words | 314 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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