No Way Out

It’s a bright day and crystal clear sky,
There’s an open road and cool breeze,
And yet, I am driven into a quandary
beleaguered by a deep personal malaise...
My virtues overshadowed by some vice.

For me to ride out this rolling storm,
Do I use the reins or the spurs?
That I weave not a web of my own woes
It behooves me how not to die with guilt…
A guiltless mind yields not to sorrow.

I'm befuddled by a doubtful dilemma:
Is my fate a willful folly of mine
or a preordained wretched destiny?
Why redemption comes through crucifixion
and why salvation only by penance?
I wonder, must I banish my baneful whims
Lest, my much fostered hopes turn to ashes?

A flushed sun is lolling near the horizon
and the crimson sky turning drowsy gray
I must appease my innate quest for beauty     
and find love to sweeten my sullen days,
But lost as I am in this doleful haze
with despair and belittled by doubt…
Pray, how do I find my way out?


Mohamed Sarfan's picture
Dear Poeter, In the exam hall of life every man writes the choice for a permanent resurrection life. The mind is deluded by the illusions of the world. But, human beings are immersed in it again and again without correcting them. It is the Lord who must forgive the condition of men who permanently lose their breath without realizing the truth about life to the last, when sinful thoughts accumulate in the mountainous minds. I realize your love for Allah and His Messenger's Muhammad when you read each of your poems. This poem really impressed me. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations

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