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I Am Raising
I am not Rumi
Nor Iqbal
But I am in the way
Of them
Rumi's love
Iqbal's philosophy of Self
I give love
I show Self
I do not follow
The terms
That humiliate the human
I believe in an isonomy,
Justice, forgive, tolerance
And love to everyone
Without status, rank
I dance
I sing
In Divines' rhyme
I feel, I see
Everywhere is fine
I am raising
The eyes of the word
Will turn toward me soon
Come to my world
Here is peace
Of heart and mind
Come and sign
And everywhere shine.
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"I Am Raising" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 19 Jan. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/53778/i-am-raising>.