But why don’t I feel…"I am in Jannat"

Yahoo, why do You think of me as a complainer and a whiner,

If You created me then You must also give me an answer,

Don’t tell me I am small and insignificant like an insect to You

But in my jamaat I am a big ayaan with many titles, and among who’s who

I am not sure which of my complaints to present to You, as I have many

I am confused, is it the message or my understanding, in disharmony

I thought if I give misaq and follow the seven Daim, I would be in Jannat

But why don’t I feel…” I am in Jannat?”

Let me explain to You Yahoo what I do, cos’ You are too busy with other things

This insect goes to masjid often and prays a lot, after thorough vazu and bathings

I have valayaat in my heart, but no one in Jamaat believes me, as I don’t fit their mold

They want me to be an insect for them as well, and always want me to do as I am told

I always pay my sabeel, vajebaat, and twice of the zakaat due

I am at my wit's end and don’t know what more to do

I fast 30 days in Ramadaan, and 30 days in Rajab just to belong

They don’t understand I have done few Umras and Hajs for so long

Yahoo, I am confused about Jihad as it is illegal to have guns toted around

Do You count as Jihad saying laanat on munafiqeen & reformists as they are abound

Well, I do do that, answering the munafiq’s brick with my stone as often as I can

But why don’t I feel…” I am in jannat?”

I always go to do huzn in ashara with my maola, with my longest white beard

When I tell ‘em that spying and backbiting is bad, they think I am weird

Competition in good deeds is OK, but Yahoo they compete with each other in silly stuff

They think too much ghee and shakar and three kharaas, mithaas in jamans is not enough

Yahoo, the universe, the stars, even the human body You created are so complex

Why couldn’t You at least make our life simple, so we didn’t have to perplex

Yahoo, don’t think this insect has a big mouth and You will shut him up with a thunderbolt

Of course You can, if You want to, but why give me a mind to think if You wanted a dolt.

And another thing Yahoo that I must complain to You as no one listens to me here

I have lost all my control over my finances, and I must give whatever is dictated, out of fear

Of course You are fearless and know not what I am talking about, only mere mortals do

Fear of deprivation from access to Maola, clean chitti, or any niyaz jaman I want to do

Yahoo, I hope I have not exceeded my limits  in doing my shikwa  with You

If I did, please forgive me, but I still need the answers from You

If it was not for maola Burhanuddin’s deedar, qadambosi and ehsanaat, I would say

But why don’t I feel…” I am in Jannat?”

Yahoo, I am begging You, so listen up mercifully, and I will beg You often

You have to keep my Maola healthy, wealthy till the day of qiyamat unhasten

When I enter the jannat holding my Maola’s  daaman, I promise not to say

But why don’t I feel…”I am in Jannat?”