Faint Not, Oh, Saint. Poem by Tajudeen Shah
Faint Not, Oh, Saint.
Man, when entirely engulfed
By the complexities of life,
Finds himself dreadfully jammed
By pressures massive, and faints.
When solutions of any kind
Inept to solve issues intricate,
And pain mounts to masses,
One slowly spins into a saint.
When courses of acumen initiates
Soothing echoes within, the saintly
Soul dives deep into blessed trance,
Blissful oblivion and absolute ease.
True, Pressure makes one faint,
But, wisdom turns him saint.
Yes, it is when forged in the furnace of life that people send their eyes up or look within to see the well springs of grace. Once it is got, he gets the strength to scale over his own discontent and comes to accept life as it is with no more complaints! Great write! !
A noble theme very well developed and summed up in the last two lines. I love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hello poet Tajudeen I enjoyed your poem of direction, observation and wisdom, how right you are. Loyd