She Is
At her fated feet again would I come now to shower
Wiping Bashir’s spirit and rhyming flower
At the dust of her door each and every hour
Crying from the heights of destiny’s tower
With the monsoon flood bearing a dawn wind alongside red rivers of love
Proclaiming without a doubt
She is the rose water of compassion washing my chest below and above
Inside and out
It’s from الله
