The feather thus soft, though caresses me hard,
My life is short but the expedition of million yards.
My body’s burly, how about its strength?
Come; get in my shoes to sense the weariness in length.
Rather I supplicate pardon at your doors, my Lord,
My attire’s worn out, my body gashed, stabbing my sins with your sword.
My blood is yellow as that of piddle,
Flowing to signify my sins, concealed as a riddle.
Why am I not apprehending my fault?
Why am I succumbing in this fatal vault?
Halter of a stallion, clasped in my hands,
As fast as I ride, endeavoring to conquer the productive lands.
My dreams are shallow, my heart bears a dark hole,
My soul persuades me to accomplish the past of my role.
My conjectures fail, defeat embraces me in a glance,
However I desire to see the colossal tower for my lost radiance.
Abiding the affliction, my bleeding feet propels the ground back,
The road is smooth but the audacity I lack.
Peace cuddles my soul, love sows new seeds,
Almighty is here to secure me, blessing me with the wisdom of His creed.
My lips are parched, my gaze standstill,
Is this The Glory Of Life I seek everywhere- desserts, forests and hills?
The body slackens its burden, I’m in trance,
Presence of my Almighty, craving every single opportunity for His glance.
My soul enlightens accounting the Heavens,
His commands are my constitution, His contentment my goal.