Mohammed Nazeef

Rookie (Tamale, Ghana)

House Of Pain - Poem by Mohammed Nazeef

When the day came.
The pages stared at me.
But my mind was blunt.
So the pen wouldn’t bleed.
My hand quivered with anxiety and
Sweat soaked my paper.
I left the exam hall dressed in intense grief.
My eyes greeted the heavens with despair.
And my mind gathered questions;
The sleepless nights, the sore eyes, the migraine; where were the fruits of my toil?
Did my prayers get lost on its way to heaven? It echoed in my mind.
I wept, the tears stained my heart.
My zeal was robbed, the vigor was buried and I almost set hope free.
My faith mellowed down to a blue flame.
But I rekindled it with patience and perseverance.

Yesterday, I lived in a house of pain.
Today by God I live in mansion of light and I will shine more.

When the day came,
Yet again the phone announced her presence,
She spoke, the words seeped through my heart,
Reducing it into smithereens,
The remains could only pump blood.
Undoubtedly, no surgeon could fix it.
Loneliness was my friend, pain was my bosom and thoughts ruled my mind.
Insomnia slept beside me at night and the only ounce of hope I had was depression.
My eyes greeted the heavens with despair,
And my mind gathered questions;
Where did I go wrong?
My only flaw was that I was faithful.
Then I surrendered; “I will remain in this abyss forever”
My faith mellowed down to a blue flame,
But I rekindled it with patience and perseverance.

Yesterday, I lived in a house of pain,
Today by God I live in mansion of light and I will shine more.

When the day came,
Everybody was clothed in happiness, gleaming with brightness.
I was clothed in tattered gloom in manifest sadness.
They brightened the panorama with smiles.
But, I tainted the picture with a sad look.
I worked harder but they flew higher.
My heart often squealed.
It scared me whenever their engines roared.
I read more, but they excelled better.
Guess I had to ask life if she was a fair judge.
I was a good lad but misfortune struck me from all directions.
I was a good lad but death wouldn’t stop picking from my vicinity.
My eyes greeted the heavens with despair,
And my mind gathered questions;
O’ Lord have you forsaken me?
My faith mellowed down to a blue flame.
But I rekindled it with patience and perseverance.

Yesterday, I lived in a house of pain.
Today by God I live in mansion of light and I will shine more.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011



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