From The Casements Of My Land (Ii) Poem by Shahzia Batool

A Beautiful poem Shahzia. Many times our ship sails through the unpredictable and stormy path, unsure where it is heading towards. No direction of light to show its way. But we keep on sailing where ever the storms are taking, as we cannot fight storms but we have to wait for the time to subside it down.. We live in hope our Supreme will give us some hope of light, but sometimes we loose something on the way. That hope comes through persons itself, they come as messenger of God only for that particular moment of time. Sometime their words show us the way. Believe it...I had experienced it..Many might have experienced it but not necessary all think back.... Let us always believe the Supreme will help us and move forward.... Once again a beautiful flow of words from your pen..I loved reading it.

There are times when man becomes so helpless.. when he is rendered so powerless, when no light house is seen around....... when we lose hold of the oars and when life rages around! ! Then he can only call to the Lord of Lords..... In hope we look up waiting for providence to come down...! ! Very poignant write 'Leaving oars I close my eyes, my hands I raise'..... What else can we do?

We try hard to the extent possible and depend on destiny. Nice poem. Thank you.

This is very nice of you Shahziaji to remind the Most merciful and the Omnipotent Creator of these small small woes in our human life. Perhaps He will listen to your prayer and do something different this time and ahead. A good poet shares optimistic notions that flare up against the shadows of dark episodes entwining our life. A good appeal indeed though I smell here too how directionless our elegies are.

How true in world of chaos we are like ships without mast and sail..............the supreme one indeed is our only light house to guide through these storms.....