Indecision - Poem by shakil ahmed
Innumerable roads are laid before my eyes
Some are constructed out of stones and bitumen,
Look like the fiery wings of a black bat
That travels alone in ghostly night.
Some are graveled displaying untidiness
Like the bed-room of a busy bachelor
Others are filled up with clay and stone
Yet to be given a complete touch.
I don’t know-which way shall I take
To reach my unknown destination
I sway to and fro like a pendulum
That moves one end to the other end
Restlessly without any yawning.
I think and think but can’t decide
The short-cut way to start my ride.
Setting rays of the sun are peeping
In the wide and very wide horizon
Signaling the approaching darkness
That will devour me at the appointed time
I have to decide my course of ride
Before clarion call will come
I have lost years after years
In romping and useless works
Time is running faster and faster
And I am legging far behind.
Oh, heavenly light, help me to decide
The course of my ride
If I am mistaken I will be fallen
In an ever-darkened cauldron
Where my life will be vain
And will suffer unending agony and pain.
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