"When I have no where else to go
I'll run here and weep"
Writing on that mukabuku is just like walking in a public toilet with all eyes on you.STARING
Mr chirpy is no longer safe.
I would often indulge myself with positive words here and then which are somehow meaningless sometimes
Frustrated without a reason
It's tiring
He's leaving
Which was once the honoured guest
Now a companion
The fact remains thou but
The pain just keeps on coming
A faithful companion
Lit up smiles to those in need of maghfirah
In a blink of an eye
It's the time of your departure
Many will moarn
Still
Many in joy
Like a toddler getting a new toy
Some in tears
With sadness smears
They would weep and cry
so I wonder
and ponder
Will Allah be forgiving the SINS of I?