Then from the well of Zam Zam, the poor would never sip
If status took you to Madina's sand
Then Hajre Aswad, would feel only a minister's hand
If beauty was responsible for this spiritual wave
Then only the handsome would stand, in front of my Nabi's grave
If Hajj had to depend on ones health
Then the sick and the aged, would never pelt
That helpless old man in a wheelchair
Allah will not deprive him, he will one day shave his hair
The blind Haaji that moves with no guide
He might look lonely, but Allah is at his side
The old lady that everyone called 'poor'
Will one day find herself knocking on Allah's door
Unlike man, when my Allah will pick
All will get a turn, weather healthy or sick
Never lose hope, there's a bright side for your delay
Perhaps, the holy lands is where you will be taken away
@poetrypencil
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