^{A missed opportunity of talking to Almighty Allah}

You know

When you see your bus moving right past you

When a train is missed

When you lose your ticket and the flight takes off

That ache of longing That pain of yearning That comes from missing a chance of talking to your Best Friend

For a while you lose everything

The peace that holds you together

The strength that binds your being

Then you find another chance

That comes like an old friend

Like the cool breeze before the rain

Like a soothing reassurance

Then comes down the rain

That embraces you with open arms and a kind heart

It listens patiently Without judging And then everything morphs into ONE

From falling rain to dropping tears

Then

Tranquility befalls

In the lap of the aching heart

In that moment

The bond is mended

 and

The Oath is renewed    

and

The Friendship gets stronger than ever

But

I still cry over this missed chance to pour my heart to you

A missed opportunity of talking to You about me and everything I had, I have and I will ever have

From everything that You love to the ones I do.

 

The hope remains Till we meet again In another realm.