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With Poem Number 5
I sit here, day by day,
pensive, my heart captured by dismay,
I watch the world pass me by,
the howling wind, the rain falling from the sky,
The people I see, the people I hear,
many distant, only a few near.
I think to myself, what if I don't survive?
Where's my dedication; what happened to my strive?
Was I not the one who aimed high; And,
the one who always took a stand?
Again I fear I'm too late,
lost my perception, I fall for the bait,
As a bird that once knew how to fly,
now with broken wings, can only desire for the sky.
Reminiscing now, I try not to grieve,
consoling myself, I strive to perceive,
where I went wrong, how did I behave,
what seems to be pushing me towards that empty grave?
Awaken, I must, before its too late,
patiently, my desires I must sedate,
In between two swings of the pendulum I stand,
the past and the future; how can you fail to understand?
Rectifying the former, the latter falls into place,
regret plus resolve saves even the most wretched from disgrace.
A common destination, followed by two more,
life followed by death, followed by life evermore.
Now I can clearly see, my sights no longer blinded,
I can wait no longer, about my Lord, I've been reminded.
I soon have a meeting, one that I cannot delay,
it's either peace after that, or an eternity of decay.
This much at least, I must remember everyday,
I hear it one more time,: "And who despairs of the mercy of his Lord, except for those astray?" {al-Hijr; 56}
With Poem Number 5
I sit here, day by day,
pensive, my heart captured by dismay,
I watch the world pass me by,
the howling wind, the rain falling from the sky,
The people I see, the people I hear,
many distant, only a few near.
I think to myself, what if I don't survive?
Where's my dedication; what happened to my strive?
Was I not the one who aimed high; And,
the one who always took a stand?
Again I fear I'm too late,
lost my perception, I fall for the bait,
As a bird that once knew how to fly,
now with broken wings, can only desire for the sky.
Reminiscing now, I try not to grieve,
consoling myself, I strive to perceive,
where I went wrong, how did I behave,
what seems to be pushing me towards that empty grave?
Awaken, I must, before its too late,
patiently, my desires I must sedate,
In between two swings of the pendulum I stand,
the past and the future; how can you fail to understand?
Rectifying the former, the latter falls into place,
regret plus resolve saves even the most wretched from disgrace.
A common destination, followed by two more,
life followed by death, followed by life evermore.
Now I can clearly see, my sights no longer blinded,
I can wait no longer, about my Lord, I've been reminded.
I soon have a meeting, one that I cannot delay,
it's either peace after that, or an eternity of decay.
This much at least, I must remember everyday,
I hear it one more time,: "And who despairs of the mercy of his Lord, except for those astray?" {al-Hijr; 56}
oh:
It was fun writing the poem and I'm looking forward to the next contest!