The lost times
Being a young muslim
Striving for worldly life
Success is all i want
Growing as fame of the world
But forgotten the purpose of life.
Wrong choices
Doing good is one thing
But doing the right is another
Little knowledge of my deen
As kept me in a sloppy scale
Balance of scale cant be achieved
Social life as consumed me.
The effects and peak
The evil that previals
Creates wound that doesn’t heal
Long time of sinful act
Being imprisoned by worldly life
And nothing to offer as a muslim
But totally lost in lust.
Towards light
The light of mercy
Crawling to the guided path
Repentance is what i need
Craving to His mercy
And now i follow the truth.
The hunt of the past
The wrong i’ve done
Follows me all around
Thinking, then it was fun
But now i’ve became torn.
And am still reminded
Of what i’ve done
Which cause me to repent
Again and Again….
My second periods of life