Incomplete

The Allah of your mosque sighed
Listening to my unbearable cry
You, who came to meet him
Can’t seem to tolerate my sight
I stay the closest to him
I chant his name the most
Unlike you, who came in selfish need
I stick with him, everyday, almost
If he’s the creator, as you say
Why didn’t he create me whole?
He gave me a voice
But why doesn’t he hear it, at all
I’m just one of the disabled beggars –
Your eyes are accustomed to ignore
How do you not notice my agony
Aren’t you Allah’s Human, Anymore?
Maybe he knew no one can be filled whole
Hence he left some places in my body
But filled himself in and completed my soul.

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