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.