The Light
This fear runs deep
And I’m rotting to the core,
My somnolent heart sinks me down
And I’m so distant from the shore.
Sometimes I blissfully sit by the window
Just to watch the time pass me by,
And the sudden arrest of despair jails all of my hope
As I wretchedly loose my alibi.
Dear Angel of mercy
How do I turn my light on?
How do I foresee
All the precious moments that are already gone?
In the midst of pain and despair
All I have left but truth and dare,
I know life ain’t fair
But don’t know if I care.
Still, I want to dive deep into the Holy
And rise up spirit high,
I want to light up my darkness
And noble my days before I die.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
Copyright © Obaidur Rahman | Year Posted 2013
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