AASHID
by Sumayya
Tall he was
Reminded me of a holy mountain
Wisdom and knowledge seeped from the pores
Of his gentle dark skin
He was eager to learn the universe
Finding his place on the earth to be
Obedient to the voice of God!
Ages ago, he lived
Yet, that life still exists
You could see it in his
Eyes
His voice was like the roaring ocean tide
Fear, not known in his character
Strength and love combined
Sweet melodic tunes of the motherland his
Aura
The king's crown on his head
Aashid, Aashid!
The father of many!!
(Sumayya 6/25/89)
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