Isam Hussain Poems

Sceptics say God is an illusion,
a figment of human imagination,
a sure sign of self-delusion.
They deride the contradiction
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A haunting sound is heard softly whistling,
like a magic flute in the distance playing,
luring summer leaves to hum and sway,
to don new colours, dance and play;
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Silent images flashed on my TV screen:
a child, in rags, sat on a stone
amid smouldering huts, all alone,
his bewildered eyes scanned the scene.
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Gaya stirred, moved beneath the ocean,
caused uproar in the realm of Poseidon.
Frenzied with rage, frothing at the mouth,
his chargers rushed her idyllic shores,
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Caught between a rock and a hard place
certainties vanish into the far distance,
doubts loom large like a spectre of doom;
I am confused, trapped in my little room.
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I used to look askance at him, kept my distance,
'Help of the helpless' they called him, I disagreed.
How could he be a source of comfort and solace,
when he is never at hand when most needed?
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As though by some eternal decree
Land and Sea are destined to disagree
over where the shoreline should be.
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Still young and green
I went to a pub
in the mill town of Halifax
and landed myself in a fix.
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I saw her, I didn't need a second glance;
rushed to ask her, 'May I have this dance? '
Somehow I knew her answer would be yes,
and to the Rumba rhythm we danced close.
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Once, I roamed freely,
winging between land and sky.
Now I am caged in an alien land.
One day I will venture beyond.
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