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The Pilgrimage

When the night falls, I hear whispers into my ear And with the tragic of the hour, sadness turns into fear All these desperate seasons of aching calls….. And the darkness echoed only fear, I was lost in the pages of civic heist Everything was so loud, if not so clear. I’m still lost yet I know who I’m, and it’s nothing less of a wonder, In the midst of right and wrong, holy and unholy Times are filled with blunder. Some say, ignorance is bliss, wisdom is a curse And consciousness is a struck of thunder, But all shall fade away when the night falls Behold and reborn, once you are in six feet under. Friends with the light, powered by the might I roam into my luminous, The delight of distance ushers my harmony And my pilgrimage to the exodus, Out of the wrath of spell, I know the light will prevail And I’ll rule my realm of wondrous. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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