Work Chant
I stand strong in these days of wretched thunder
Cleansing my soul mystic with powers of tranquil wonder,
Storms up-ahead as the evil mist sermons her demon
Steadfast in defiance, the gallant in me, simply utters, “Game on”.
The hours were blackened, the days were saddened
And the rage only echoed from within,
Still battles that rattles, wars that scars
But I vigilantly cherish every dream that survived the great ruin.
Behold the order of the system, though I stand alone
But resolute and firm,
Gone are the days when the sky was red
And the evil shadow that glamorized the harm.
The triumph of me lies in the line of sacrifice
And the wide awakening of the spark of the soul,
The wisdom of my labor, rejuvenates me savior
And the rewards in-line will celebrate this life forever-fold.
I defy the odds, speed the challenge range
And submit myself to the power of the sublime,
Mind is the power and the power of the mind prophesize
How the order of land, sea and air will evenly rhyme.
In myself I believe, from no aim I shall retrieve
I owe myself the shine of the light,
With the blessing of the divine and forever in mine
I see my mind, body and soul, travel to the gifted height.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
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