Alley Of Life Poem by shokat habib

IN THE LABYRINTH OF MAD MIND

IN THE PIT OF SILENT SWEET SORROW

WILLING THESE HANDS TO TREMOR NOT

CLOSE THE LID ON A LIFE USELESS

TO CEASE IN SILENCE WITHOUT A SIGH

PERCHANCE SAIL INTO THE LIGHT

ON WINGS OF BLOOD PRAYERS

A HOPELESS NOTHING WANTED TO BE NOT

ALONE SO UTTERLY ALIENATED AND ALONE

BUT A KISS FROM HEAVENLY TOUCH

A SIGH ESCAPES, EYES OPEN WIDE

SUFFEEING IS OURS TO FEEL

TO BE LOW ONLY TO BE HIGH

IN THE DARK ALLEY OF LIFE

LIFE IS TO LIVE AND THANK

BY SHOKAT HABIB
2/6/2011