Hymn To The Almighty

Hymn To The Almighty short poem

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In hours of desolation, rue and despair
Helps nothing except a heartfelt prayer

Incessant teardrops of guilt and shame
Might from hell’s list remove my name

As kneel I down to my Lord so clement
My hands of their heinous acts repent

My lips to kiss the sacred rock desire
An unsullied heart but I first require

O Allah! Cleanse my blemished soul
Dying in the righteous path is my goal

All praise is for the Almighty alone
He to e’ery deed eyes in His throne

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Muhammad Farhan Ahmed

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I was born in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. I started writing at the age of 11. I am a passionate poet and I use the power of my heart and my imaginations to write poems. I've been writing poetry for five years. I initially wrote free-verse poetry but I was inspired by William Wordsworth's poems and then I switched to rhythmic poetry. I am a poet of emotions and sentimentality. I embellish my thoughts and ideas by adding several metaphors, idioms, and similes. In 2013, I participated in an inter-school poetry competition in which I was awarded the first prize. I'm hoping to publish a book which compiles up all my poems, called ''Farhanite''. In my opinion, being a poet is like living in a world of dreams and inner visualizations, that you turn into words adorned by beautiful metaphors, similes, idioms, and rhymes. Poetry is a tool that completely changes your personality, your style, your ambitions, and in short, you.
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