Where do the unanswered prayers go?
Do they become the stars?
Burning on our helpless desires,
Do they reach the concerned beloved,
friend or stranger,
How shameful if it reveals
The desperation on them.
Do they become the emptiness of eyes,
the hollowness of heart.
You tell me, wise saint
Where do the unanswered prayers go?
They go to heaven's backyard,
The angels write it as debt to God
What's better than to have Him in-debt?
The all owning owing to you.
Everything owing to Nothing.
~Jasir Shahbaz











