#579 — Fall From Grace;

This world,
Fallen from grace,
Beckon me to its ways,
Her enchanting voice whisper to,
My heart.

#cinquain

#518 — Write My Salaam;

O breeze,
Turn east, then south ,
and then west before North,
And blow On the path,
The gazelle trots.
O breeze,
Smell every droplet,
Of dew you see,
And write my salaam,
On the path, the gazelle trots.

#free_verse

#439 — Lugubrious Dreams;

In the depth of night,
Scent of Jasmine comes to me,
Her fragrance I breathe.