Ruhullah

Ruhullah

When I wrote on Angus Dei
they attacked
and named me dirty convert
When I wrote on Ruhullah
they attacked
and named me a Muslim fundamentalist
When I wrote on your miracle
they attacked
and named me ephemera Lazarus
you’ll again die after the resurrection
But who cares
when I feel your smell
of jasmine my master
in the path of mercy and love
I’m licking the honey of your word
to heal the body and soul
and always remain
A proud green grass encroached
by those who don’t know
What they are doing