Fire
My wrecked soul has been in the gutter; lost in the faithless damned shadow,
Still in search of wider nights, but days are all windingly narrow.
When the heart is corrupt, it becomes easier for the fear to sink in,
In the midst of distant light, darkness slowly kicks in.
How do I set myself free, free from the wraths of temptation?
The stepping stone to my mystic throne lies in the power of salvation.
Blessed by the power of choice, I must union my will and desire,
I know I can bail out from hell, only if I stop chasing the fire.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
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