Miscellaneous Memoirs - In Youth
Poem 10- In Youth...
The rains drizzled, with it my infatuations fizzled...
Death has befallen our manhood, kenneled like some dog muzzled...
Hearts shook with uncertainty, doubting and puzzled...
Running amidst the thick of rebels...
Forsaking reverence, how destiny foretells...
This is naught from your Lord but a test, so preserve!
Lest the torment strike you too, it's strain too severe....
You were chosen as God's viceregents, this din's inheritors...
Raising high the banner of rectification, the winds then stretching it out till complete beautification...
Yet all you could inherit was the Israelites' cowardice and treachery...
Befits you then! O' befits you, this humiliating heart-shackling slavery....
Ah! Fallen prey have ye O' muslim, to the revengeful plottings of the soul ravager...
Torn apart & feasted upon by his loin's bloodthirsty scavengers...
Forsaken have ye the courage of your forefathers?
Befits a muslim, for his life and land, he pleads and barters?
Beseeching the byzantines for mercy?
No less evil is this than the deluder's heresy!
Shackled, this broken visage sits on his knees...
This scene's venom stings a heart many more fold than any hive of wasp or bees...
Turn now! For in Allah's obedience alone lies destiny's triumphing keys...
Realised your forefathers this, their faith ever so invigorating....
Delivered from the deep, its depths of damnation, Salvation! from their watery graves...
A heavenly ascension lies in w
ait for such forebearing God-fearing braves...
But your blood has been transfused & identity in confluency, confused....
His prescribed boundaries egregiously ever so violating...
Take a walk, dont talk. See the stars?
Though you be ataken by their appreance to shine...
No more their being than blazing balls of fire,
So ye think this well's water be sweet? Tis naught but brine....
Please thy sight, set upon the salient surface of mars...
By the rifle or sums pocketed, ever so trifle... How can every heart be shunned into an abyss of ever silencing stifle?
Know now that these termites shall one day eat away your tree's bark...
None then shall pay any heed or hark...
You will fall! Please! Hear my call!
This is only mankind's downfall!
Swept away in the waves of this turbulent waterfall...
Nay! O' Allah! Cast in their hearts your fear subduing the kuffar's fear, making their enemies once more tremble in fear...
Accept us! By any remaining walis held dear...
Pushed to the edge, your enemies now leering...
Lances thrust into our chests, wickedly piercing..
Our spines have been croaked and deformed from bowing, our hearts even more so...
Is this destitution our fate ever more so?
(Years on...)
My sickness grows, overwhelmed and cast away in a world of dreams...
In finality, yearning to gaze upon that lighthouse, perhaps its beackon of hope yet again beams...
A body arched and aching, its bones creaking...
A heavy heart besmirched in evil, only reeking..
Time has run its course, the world nears its end...
These words, my last inheritance, please take heed for they come from no foe but only a sincere friend...
I adjure you by Allah, Arise to shaytaan's surprise! Purify thy body then soul, stand in your Lord's presence, no one to see now, no pretence...
Praise him and glorify him, Verily, you shall receive a just recompense...
Arise afore the cold grips ye still wrapped in sheaths. Wake ye now! Lest your garment's veil permeates onto yer hearts....
Bowing and prostrating, slaves in submission, fearful of the everlasting humiliation...
Dawn shall set soon, move ye towards the mosque, draw closer to hoz-e-kausar, prepared for the believers a crystal chalice to drink from, golden plates to dine from & milky rivers to drink from....
On a day where eyes be devoid of sight, this white light then beaming, from your hands and feet, this effulgency's affluency granted only to the keepers of perfect wudu...
Start then would you? Fire the first volley!
Do this on my behest lest you too fall in folly...
Nay! My Lord, let not this happen, I beseech you, by your might! Hear this plea most earnest...
This life, its distractions, too late have I grown to detest...
To Your superiority and Lordship alone now do I attest...
(Last Words Heard...)
For your streets, see these lanterns lighting your way?
How come this misguidance then? Was no guide sent to these wayward strays?
By thy Lord's word, this earth, ye, birthed and embellished...
Ingrates! Its beauty had ye but relished...
A heavenly layer of tranquility, brought forth by man's ascetic simplicity covering her chest...
But he plundered & exploited, laid bare her breasts...
But your blood has been transfused & identity in confluency, confused....
His prescribed boundaries egregiously ever so violating...
Take a walk, dont talk. See the stars?
Though you be ataken by their appreance to shine...
No more their being than blazing balls of fire,
So ye think this well's water be sweet? Tis naught but brine....
Please thy sight, set upon the salient surface of mars...
By the rifle or sums pocketed, ever so trifle... How can every heart be shunned into an abyss of ever silencing stifle?
Know now that these termites shall one day eat away your tree's bark...
None then shall pay any heed or hark...
You will fall! Please! Hear my call!
This is only mankind's downfall!
Swept away in the waves of this turbulent waterfall...
Nay! O' Allah! Cast in their hearts your fear subduing the kuffar's fear, making their enemies once more tremble in fear...
Accept us! By any remaining walis held dear...
Pushed to the edge, your enemies now leering...
Lances thrust into our chests, wickedly piercing..
Our spines have been croaked and deformed from bowing, our hearts even more so...
Is this destitution our fate ever more so?
(Years on...)
My sickness grows, overwhelmed and cast away in a world of dreams...
In finality, yearning to gaze upon that lighthouse, perhaps its beackon of hope yet again beams...
A body arched and aching, its bones creaking...
A heavy heart besmirched in evil, only reeking..
Time has run its course, the world nears its end...
These words, my last inheritance, please take heed for they come from no foe but only a sincere friend...
I adjure you by Allah, Arise to shaytaan's surprise! Purify thy body then soul, stand in your Lord's presence, no one to see now, no pretence...
Praise him and glorify him, Verily, you shall receive a just recompense...
Arise afore the cold grips ye still wrapped in sheaths. Wake ye now! Lest your garment's veil permeates onto yer hearts....
Bowing and prostrating, slaves in submission, fearful of the everlasting humiliation...
Dawn shall set soon, move ye towards the mosque, draw closer to hoz-e-kausar, prepared for the believers a crystal chalice to drink from, golden plates to dine from & milky rivers to drink from....
On a day where eyes be devoid of sight, this white light then beaming, from your hands and feet, this effulgency's affluency granted only to the keepers of perfect wudu...
Start then would you? Fire the first volley!
Do this on my behest lest you too fall in folly...
Nay! My Lord, let not this happen, I beseech you, by your might! Hear this plea most earnest...
This life, its distractions, too late have I grown to detest...
To Your superiority and Lordship alone now do I attest...
(Last Words Heard...)
For your streets, see these lanterns lighting your way?
How come this misguidance then? Was no guide sent to these wayward strays?
By thy Lord's word, this earth, ye, birthed and embellished...
Ingrates! Its beauty had ye but relished...
A heavenly layer of tranquility, brought forth by man's ascetic simplicity covering her chest...
But he plundered & exploited, laid bare her breasts...
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