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Sunday, July 16, 2006

The Entombed

In a long, narrow, suffocating space,
Dreadful and dark-¬
Choking to the last
With remembrance of Thee,
Oh Lord,
And Prayer.

Inside this tubular, cylinder form,
Finishing the count
On endless strings of beads
While
The vapours of frustration
Escape upward
With
The endless whisperings
Of Prayer.

In this cell
Enclosed, imprisoned, entombed,
A living, loving soul.
A waiting the first,
Streak of Light and Liberty,
In Prayer.

All the little bundles
Of ringing laughter,
Springing mirth,
Bounding youth,
Effervescing joy
Are
Within this breast enclosed.

All the ha1cynth springs,
The ripe summers,
All the magic and melody:
The sough of autumn leaves,
Blooming mornings,
Starry nights,
All the sparkle, hue and light,
Of living, laughing life
Is within
This beating heart enclosed.

While with each passing day,
More and more corpse am I;
The dreams
Of childhood, adolescence, youth,
Float still in my mind’s eye-
All those sweet dreams
Of fruition and flower-
A Mass
Of Prayer.
Sadia Arman
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