al-Qalam: The Pen
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A white canvas and an ink-jet
Drove my fate and the world.
Don't know how it makes;
The black lines frightens and fascinates
The black becomes white light
Enlightens human mind and sight;
Counts past and the unpredictable future
Along, it give birth and kills life.
The weapon like a magical band
Rolls on with destruction and creation;
Like a sun goes with dark night
Easy to get but, hard to drive.
Day or night and sun and moon
All came out with its spell,
Before antique, the Creator drove
And all became its fate.
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