PURE SOULS

In a world of hatred,
Envy, jealousy, strife,
A world full of dread,
It's a tough life.

Love for each other,
Compassion -- all withering,
Like brown leaves of auturmn,
After sighing spring.

Far from all this,
I would like to be,
With pure souls, from Allah,
To give me company.

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