Stop, hold this mind still
look into this face of void
rivers of sadness are dry
beds are ragged and cracked
throb of faith has vanished
dire state of nakedness stands
before a nothing in nothingness
man lost to the last loving light
machine without purpose ambles on
for a penny sold to greedy darkness
empty of respect, lost in shambles
void of hope, love, breath and trust
alone so very alone and unworthy
the being is but is not in the now
surely the river somewhere must ripple
yes somewhere it trickles in soft music
with a distant rhythm, throb by throb
am nothing in a raw stone virgin of light
buried in a grave of empty cleverness
proud in a knowledge weaved by a web
so strong that ensnares light of life
being screams who/ what/ am I/ why
am what was to be/ a beat in a soul
be within happy/ without empty and dull
a throbbing lamb ambling with the shepherd
native of this earth but yet nothing/ a space
only the spirit breath and in body is not
breath is the light of love/ love is life
truth is life/ life is love/love is hope
a dew on the loving singing lips of life
by shokat habib
10/10/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem