In the name of Allah, All-Knowing
Inside my head
is a place,
a secret garden
nobody has yet entered.
Questions
sprout and grow
like crops in demand;
But I am only one person--
these pair of hands can only
do so much.
I was taught how to plant,
I watered them with enthusiasm
and sunned them with curiosity
--but to turn the crops
to food of thought,
I was not taught how
As Time took away
my only chance.
Here I am,
Alone.
As I look at these
pair of hands,
I wonder how can I regain
the wisdom
not passed down?
