The Nearby Mosque

With the break of the dawn,

Some melody makes it’s presence,
The prayers of the holy man,

Dips the whole town in a sweet essence,
The daily first call  of azaan,

From the green mosque nearby,
Spoke their devotion with cries of Allah,

Which made me flow by,
But today no calls,no cries,

Seems everything is lost,
Might still we meet again,

My lord,I say at the great judgement day,

At the great judgement day…

–Antriksh Mishra

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