Redemption

The clock bell rings

to the mosque it brings.

My faith is so slow

with nay to show.

The blessings are awated

not a curse though rated.

The doorway so small

my heart destined to fall.

The line it makes is straight

with mercy in dire strait.

I rise for the winds

to call up on my hinds.

But with love all wrong

that tears up thou thong.

The day seems so near

when nothing is left but fear.

So i may go to redeem

the trust that i dream.

And with my gods so tired

i may not be tried.

So i shall rise to the post

and make a cheerful toast.

Khan Elie Gohar Durrani.

aliani4u@yahoo.com

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