Muhammd Hameed Shahid

Two O'Clock At Night - Poem by Muhammd Hameed Shahid

Muhammad Hameed Shahid

O my friend!

Thus you prayed

At one o'clock midnight:

'O my Lord!

Enable me to compose

A few beautiful verses

That may substantiate

I am not a base person,

I do not belong to the people

Whom I abhour.'

And now that it is two o'clock midnight,

Exhausted by the futile yearning of slumber,

I raise my hand for

A queer invocation...

Indeed I wish not to write verses

Which may exalt me in my eyes,

Nor do I bear malice to anyone

To raze to the ground his body

In order to raise my body's edifice.

A pallid bulb throws its pale light within,

Without starks darkness

With yawning mouth,

This haggard light and wanton night

Stand between me and my slumber,

Dividing me half and half...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 23, 2010

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