Poetry is a language Of powerful thoughts and imagery, it can strike in the heart of man, it can shape lives and actions. Then can it not be used to enhance to the finder qualities of man? Rather than providing shallow enjoyment? And promoting the baser instincts? If I was a poet, I would like my words To compell the soul, To pursue the true pupose of existence. Oh, what wouldn’t I give to go on collecting my reward, Beyond this life....

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Extremist

18-06-05 (the original was started about 3-4 yeahs ago)

They call me Extremist
They call me Fundamentalist
What is my crime?

O Allah
You’re my witness
I live to love and worship you,
And forbid what lies
Beyond the limit you drew.

If this is the crime
They accuse me of,
I’ll plead guilty,
For eternity.

O Allah
You’re my witness
I rejected all man made philosophies
All ‘isms’ and …………
To Islam I surrendered my heart,
From your deen, I’ll never part.

The world has abandoned me,
I’ve been disowned by friends and family,
Outcast in my community,
Yet, I am happy to sacrifice all,
For my faith, I’ll stand tall.

They call me fanatic
They label me ‘lunatic’
Whatever my suffering
Oh Allah
You’re my Witness
I’ll endure it willingly.

Inspired from the bangla song Tomake valobashi bole, tomar hukum mene choli bole, hoyechi rajakar, boleje moulobadi

1 Comments:

Blogger Sadiq said...

I'm simply blown away with the beauty.. u have a blessed hand, head and heart. Keep it up.

Thursday, June 30, 2005 7:32:00 AM

 

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