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Your Poetry
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I am the lost camel in your Caravan
I wandered between Mirages
Tired of sandstorms
Entrapped in quicksand

I am an eloped soldier from your troops
I roamed across outskirts of your kingdom
Betrayed myself
Weapons lost, wounded, starring at impasse

Your Extended Hands, So Generous, the Oasis
Succored me, Otherwise I lost
You never forsook me
Even when I plunged into evils

Musalla soaked by my tears
Heart melts as I sweat in this desert
This is my repentance
The ZamZam to your Compassion
Be Your proximity with me always.

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