OBSESSION – NAFSI

OBSESSION – NAFSI

She hangs onto the beads, the cravings of her desires
Rolling each pearl on the tip of her fingers as the ball slowly backfires
Biting onto the piece of gold
That cost more than the love that her heart has ever sold
Going down into prostration
As the jewellery hanging from her mouth gains the admiration
Blindly falling into the lust of this materialistic thing
Clinging onto what she believes is so valuable, so precious
Like the relationship of a servant and a king
As she serves the jewels, guarding them with her life, so tight in her fist
The fear of misplacement, portrayed through the mist
But as the jewels and the pearls come as one and overlie
The feeling of contentment is followed by a sigh
Little does she know, that each ball that she calls with the twirling of her fingertips
The freedom with herself and society flips
As the jewels tangle around her wrists like cuffs
She loses her mind, her soul, and most importantly, her Nafs