I wrote this poem sometime ago. I wasn't sure how Muslims would react to it, that's why I am asking this question. It's unusual--spirituality mixed with subtle humor. If you enjoyed it, let me know.
I was a tree whose branches had fallen in the storm
It seemed that without luck I was filling out the forms
My heart was a highway, a million hopes sped away
My dreams were chained, like criminals led away
And when I was without money, praying all alone
God provided the means from sources unknown
While stomachs growled from Sudan to Hindustan
This sinner got raisins and pistachio from Isfahan
Fabi’ayyi aala-i-rabbikuma tukadhziban
I walked for miles and miles on the streets of Bahrain
With thirsty lips, tears inside, and praying for rain
Dark, glittery, enticing eyes slowed and drove by
I smiled, hummed a song, and sent after them a sigh
I was ill, unable to pay bills, I was as ruined as Pakistan
The angels took pity on me and flew me out to Kufristan
There I found love among those who are without ‘imaan’
Fabi’ayyi aala-i-rabbikuma tukadhziban
I was used, abused and so many times ashamed
Of blood, sweat and tears drained to be tamed
Wounds healed but left their ghostly memories
Whatever a heart gains, it loses through robberies
I looked for friends but they were not around
But for the One, as I laid my head on the ground
The world is harsh from Lebanon to Afghanistan
There are angels and demons among bani-Nuh insaan
I am rest assured the Lord has saved Hoorain and Ghilman
Fabi’ayyi aala-i-rabbikuma tukadhziban
Fabi’ayyi aala-i-rabbikuma tukadhziban
Thank you, Akira
I was a tree whose branches had fallen in the storm
It seemed that without luck I was filling out the forms
My heart was a highway, a million hopes sped away
My dreams were chained, like criminals led away
And when I was without money, praying all alone
God provided the means from sources unknown
While stomachs growled from Sudan to Hindustan
This sinner got raisins and pistachio from Isfahan
Fabi’ayyi aala-i-rabbikuma tukadhziban
I walked for miles and miles on the streets of Bahrain
With thirsty lips, tears inside, and praying for rain
Dark, glittery, enticing eyes slowed and drove by
I smiled, hummed a song, and sent after them a sigh
I was ill, unable to pay bills, I was as ruined as Pakistan
The angels took pity on me and flew me out to Kufristan
There I found love among those who are without ‘imaan’
Fabi’ayyi aala-i-rabbikuma tukadhziban
I was used, abused and so many times ashamed
Of blood, sweat and tears drained to be tamed
Wounds healed but left their ghostly memories
Whatever a heart gains, it loses through robberies
I looked for friends but they were not around
But for the One, as I laid my head on the ground
The world is harsh from Lebanon to Afghanistan
There are angels and demons among bani-Nuh insaan
I am rest assured the Lord has saved Hoorain and Ghilman
Fabi’ayyi aala-i-rabbikuma tukadhziban
Fabi’ayyi aala-i-rabbikuma tukadhziban
Thank you, Akira