Treasure Island

Rukhsar Ahmed

(England, UK)

Lost and Found


Lost is my turn to be a child,
Lost are my days of living wild,
Lost is my chance to earn my parents' affection,
Lost are my hopes of anti-neglect ion
Lost is my dream to be missed when I'm gone,
Lost are my wishes to talk to someone,
But dear reader, please pity me not,
For, to tell you this, indeed I forgot:

Found is my turn to become mature,
Found is my ill-hearts awaited cure,
Found is my chance to be loved, by Allaah,
Found is my hope to seek and yearn in my du'aa,
Found is my dream to spread this deen,
Found is my wish to purify my soul, clean.
So dear reader, now you really must know,
With a satisfied heart, smile upon my face, far ahead I can go.

Submitted: Monday, August 10, 2009
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