Prose

Mount Arafat

 

Before You Lord,
I stand in solitude-
Barefooted,
Wrap in pieces of
White clothes

Circumvallation
Chants of praises
Evocation
For atonement of my sins

Coveting Your flowering
Gardens
Flowering life
And blossom end
Most forgiven
Most love-ever

I hear melody of Qur’an,
Sermons of love
Light of the globe
Honey of that Day

The day of wailings
Gnashing of teeth
Infinite joys
Infinite sobbings
(C) Umar Osabo
August, 2018

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