Tired and sweaty,
Frustrated and giddy,
Under the rays of unrelenting intensity,
Of Mr.Sun, all bright and shiny.
Yet with patience I await,
Calm and soothing it becomes..
The blinding bright rays became illuminating guidance,
To avoid straying, thus bidding Syaithaan good riddance!
Hoping that the sweat and lethargy,
Would be worth it eventually..
As with patience comes His Mercy,
And with His Mercy comes peace and prosperity,
In the form of Jannatul Firdausi,
Therein we’ll abide eternally!
ps. Can’t really decide on a suitable title for this piece..Any suggestions?