Time Poem by Abida Rahman

Trip up the river of golden dreams, the sun is shining, my view is fuzzy... But I hear your voice in the back of my head. Is that you calling for me? Wake me, and bring me to reality... I'm loosing myself in this desperation! Time has passed but the air is immobile. Time again has been yet I can't see anything changing. As I hear 'ALHAMDULILLAH' I see you here and clear. Yes finally! The Time is near. Inshallah