Ryhming Aspirations - Poem by Mohammed Nazeef
Whether in the depths of penury.
Or in the summits of luxury.
In the radiance of ecstasy.
Or in the darkness of misery.
From whence I left the womb to the day I lay cold in the cemetery.
Nay, even in the companionship of freedom or the shackles of slavery.
In all my endeavours till the end of history.
I will always praise and worship God in my memory.
Live and preach His criterion of peace to all my friends and family.
Why the hatred, war, pride, mockery, felony and treachery?
All of these are not necessary.
Why can't we open the doors of knowledge and close the gate of a penitentiary.
Ignorance is the worst kind of mystery.
And wisdom pays the most, a handsome salary.
Life is but one, we can afford to live it like a lottery.
So I every day I seek refuge in my Lord from my worst enemy.
Right here within my soul, my closest adversary.
I pray that at the end of each single day, there is victory.
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