My attempt at poetry

The tempo of the beating sun numbed coherent thinking.

My thoughts gasped for a moment’s breeze.

The soles of my feet cried out for a breather.

A rest it called, a moment’s rest it pleaded.

I consoled the pangs of pain ringing in my limbs, "patience is a virtue".

In the thick of day, in the soulless dusk, I trekked.

A voice pierced out, fragmenting the silence of the barren surroundings.

The milky deep tone saturated my crusty pores.

It soothed my passionately inflamed skin.

Moistened the shields of my iris

I clamoured to the call, “Who is there?”

It ignored my pleas for confrontation.

Disappearing into the abyss, I was left solitude once again.

My knees crumbled to the earth, no vigour left to dictate orders

Eyelids were sealing, arms were draping. A few seconds wait, and permanently
comatose.

Few seconds passed, my heart in arrest, and the beatific call was heard once more,

“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, La ilaaha illa-Lah”