The Pilgrimage Poem by Obaidur Rahman

When the night falls, I hear whispers into my ear
And with the tragic of the hour, sadness turns into fear
All these desperate seasons of aching calls…..
And the darkness echoed only fear,
I was lost in the pages of civic heist
Everything was so loud, if not so clear.


I’m still lost yet I know who I’m, and it’s nothing less of a wonder,
In the midst of right and wrong, holy and unholy
Times are filled with blunder.
Some say, ignorance is bliss, wisdom is a curse
And consciousness is a struck of thunder,
But all shall fade away when the night falls
Behold and reborn, once you are in six feet under.


Friends with the light, powered by the might
I roam into my luminous,
The delight of distance ushers my harmony
And my pilgrimage to the exodus,
Out of the wrath of spell, I know the light will prevail
And I’ll rule my realm of wondrous.






(C) Obaidur Rahman. First published in author's debut poetry book 'The Mystic Inferno' in 2012.