Seclusion

The tears tear to a hunch,
The breaks break out to a refinement.
My memory wakes up by a scrunch,
Its shiver carries a retrenchment
From the whole bloody black world.

Hiding is salvation,
And conservation is seclusion.
There, nature is a healing 
To the wound of bum feeling.
The deaf mind will resurrect there...

A quick thought of worship
Sprouts in mind a seed.
The thought of being good
Pluck the acts like weeds
Like uprooting a tree.

That thoughts escape  from the blind planet,
Thinkers will be evacuated from the darknet,
To the quiet bright pasture
To write and decide the future.
That the holy spell is quarantine.

Allah Almighty is merciful,
The scenery from him is beautiful
Tasks to reach there is small
Reward from him is tall.
Those gainers are called pious men.