Hajj A Poem

  Hajj falls in the month of Dhul Hijjah The last of the Islamic Year Rush towards the city of Mecca then Devotees from every corner While on his way to Holy land Utters every pilgrim now and then "Here I am at your command O Lord And ready to hear all we can stand Hajj is a compulsory rite For those that are healthy And have enough funds Be black or while, king or beggar Once assembled here in fellowship Are considered the same by our Creator For Hajj is a joint worship Clad all in white, an unsewn cloth Fervently appear before the God Seeking His favour, not His wrath And craving the blessings of their Lord