Call Of A Dervish Poem by Aftab Alam
Call Of A Dervish
Strengthen your spine and get up without fear
Then you will find, what Lord do, O my dear!
I know-Those who wake up they are sure to get
Those who sleep, they lose; they curse the fate
These lines are always haunted me, always I heard
The wisdom of his words like a song from the bird
A long tongs in hand covered with blanket stroll
Like music it flows, ah soft silky pearly watery roll,
Still he walks in my mind with long chained tongs
My flowery face shines and lips -his wakeful songs
We should in wakefulness harness the opportunities that comes across us. Enjoyed the timeless wisdom of the Dervish.
Those who wake up they are sure to get Those who sleep, they lose; they curse the fate.....positive write....inspirational.....like it
Still he walks in my mind......He is Lord my beloved God. These lines are always remembered by me to memorise God at all time. This spreads beautiful vision and I realize life well. Beautifully crafted and drafted.
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Strengthen your spine and get up without fear Then you will find, what Lord do, O my dear! I know-Those who wake up they are sure to get Those who sleep, they lose; they curse the fate