A Priest Of Hope Poem by Aftab Alam

He came running, panted with a cry
With stammer faint words, lips so dry

For he, used to go to graveyard to confess,
‘Forgive my lord, this world; a game of chess’

Acted like a Pawn, a rook, and a minister
A bishop, a horse and a King, ’ the sinister’

Before I saw, He heard a cry from the grave
“Whole life I strangled virtue and vice and helped

My whole family shared with me, ask my son”
He will have his own reward, he will see the fun

For I, never denied, you requested, didn’t have?
Wouldn’t thou keepeth the sense that I gave

Beware O! The man, stood there, listens carefully
A man is what he sought to be, I Commanded blissfully

After seven years, I met with him, in a congregation
Feeding to the poor, a priest of hope and salvation