Don’t Blame, Teach Me

Why do we say? , truth is harsh and sharp! Why can’t we play the strings of harp, Not with hands but tongue that we keep? Truth is not a bullet to kill but to cure, A lamb on the desert, for me, an allure One dignified behavior known to me, I must share with you all, to avoid fall Ablution is purifying by water before Islamic prayers, it’s mandatory to adore An old was purifying, after Muezzin’s call Two boys stood there watched the old Both shared the whisper and then told Grandpa be a judge and say who is right Brother scolded me said knew not to perform I said to him, he is wrong, just watch, behold. Seeing the ablution, the old cried and hugged With laden eyes and said, I was wrong, “I chucked”. Your performance, how exactly, it should be Fact is this, without pointing wrong, taught me Glory to be Allah, ” I love the way you lugged”