A Question
O God! You pulsate my heart:
An engine of the breathing machine,
That causes rhythm in the flow of red oil,
That circulates into the network of the tubes,
You strengthen my legs that push the body ahead,
To perform the tasks that commends my lust;
You supply the contents to grind, and strength to chew,
The belly digests and consumes with your consent,
You direct the waves of thoughts,
That stroll and sway like breeze in the mind,
The same waves also bring along a question,
“Why do I turn my back to the call,
That summons to Your ever unbolted door? ”
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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