Flying To Heaven

O My sweet little one sitting in the sun,
Singing the songs of love with the melodies of innocence.

I wish I could sing and had two wings,flying in the sky free of all my sins.

O such sweet little soul,you kiss the heights of sky yet so humble back on the earth.

Your wings gives you flight in search of your subsistence and final is your return.

Time is passing by as I looked in your eyes,so beautiful you're dear but I'm not like you are.

My wings are not like yours..... 

I wish I wish such wings which take me out of all worldly swings,

A relive for my soul,my flight to heaven in HIS presence. 

O beautiful creation of Allah the more I look at you the more I realize..,

I'm wishing something which is already in my life,

Though I have no vision of the moments I would live and things going to happen.

But I know,every soul will taste death..,A ultimate relive for a believing souls.

What it is which gives wings to souls,is death in Your love and obedience.  

I will fly to a dark grave where will be my heaven or hell,verily dig by own self.

O my sweet little one sitting in the sun,

It's my turn to be wise and make my heaven.

Some day I will fly to greatest highest of the skies,

Singing my songs of love,breathing in the breeze of heaven.

People call it grave,which is 'the end'.

But it's a lovely beginning if I earned Your mercy Ya Rabbi Ya Raheem,

Which every soul know but very few earns.

By faiza al noor

www.faizaalnoor.blogspot.in