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Beauty
The tapestry of nature,
In its vibrant splendour,
Those fragrance and blends,
Such delight do they engender…
A wife’s face,
With gentle smile,
Her loving voice,
Her caring eyes that sparkle moist,
To watch her pass with simple grace,
Coming home to her warm embrace…
The call to truth,
In the dark morning,
When hope is new,
All the world in prostration,
To Allah in adoration,
Singing glory to the Lord Most High…
Rhapsodies of birds,
In pastel blues,
Evening’s breeze cooling,
Our souls in trial,
Heaven’s blessings in,
The heart of our child.
Muhammad Kamil · 1992
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 23 November 1992, p. 40. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation verified against the archived page.