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December 1, 2003
Tonight

by Gillette aka Hassan[uddin] Khaja

tonight the servants leave their lovers under their cloth covers
for the night cover to be with their most beloved
to remove their gloves of baatil
and grasp a firm handhold
and leave all that was old and cold

tonight the martyr is conceived
and the martyr's mother doesn't grieve
because it was allah's enemies
who were deceived
in thinking that the martyr dies when he bleeds

tonight allah conceals what his servant doesn't want revealed
and the servant turns on his heels, away from all that is real
for pleasure he'll never feel

tonight i die a thousand deaths
my lead heart can barely live in my heaving chest
while i breathe in uneven breaths
puzzled over "why haven't these scheming demons left"
blind, dumb, and deaf, screaming
for living with
______
and without
______
in doubt over this route in which i'll never rout
the demons i battle in this bout
glory is to he who puts souls in the body and takes them back out


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Wajahat Gilani said

"the demons i battle in this bout
glory is to he who puts souls in the body and takes them back out"

How true Hassan.

Wajahat Gilani

on February 4, 2004 8:16 AM
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