Holy Month of Ramazan has gone.
When fasts restrain and make us patient
It trains in self negation strengthening belief;
Teaches the art of giving and forgiving
eating nor drinking,important is simple living
purifying body cleaning spirit so sinning
This Holy Month is a blessing a celebration
a night's prayer equals thousand nights meditation
obedience tolerance solution solutions to solutions
but why
People are praying for peace and relieffrom social holy disturbances of disbelief-
This month is destined to end on a happy note
and it did- but not for all, today or tomorrow
There are now regions of sorrow-
Threats of shooting killing blastingOH There is Providence in the Fall
Of a sparrow-
Has conscience made a coward of us All?
What has Man achieved since the Great Fall
or The Deluge
Made this world a Hell with No Refuge?
OH Where is The Heaven we Lost?
Ah at what price at what cost?
Gone ---
Gone are the Days of Peaceful sojourning
when flutes blew notes of tunes so sweet
when words were words of love and treat
when horses trotted on the cobbled street;
a lone policeman was enough on the beat
and innocent laughter filled the backseat
there was no winning losing or defeat
no charge no 'Forward March' or Retreat'
who is the Master ? Thief?
Who are we trying to cheat ?
I am no Queen of Itheca
nor the Goddess Athena
I still have not made My Pilgrimage
To Holy Madina!
I am in pain in my soul and spirit
A nation bleeds and will bleed
Captive Refugees in threatened countries
Call Aloud Oh Hear Ye People of The World
See, hear, read’
I too have a terror filled, uncertain, but
a Brave Odyssey!
11 comments:
"When Flutes Blew Notes" opens up the worship, memory and dreaming that the "Holy Month of Ramazan" brings/allows/demands. I too long for simpler days, who does not? But here your detailed plea strengthened by concentrated prayer speaks for many of us. Thank you.
This is a very soulful write, Anjum. Bless you as you complete your holy month.......I love the line "a night's prayer equals a thousand nights of meditation. How cool! It does seem the world is filled with a terrible clamor.........I, too, look back at my childhood days as a simpler, kinder time and I wonder if my grandkids feel the same way about their childhoods, now that times have so changed? I found much to reflect upon in this poem.
Welcome Friend, 'less for the self and more for others' living simply with 'high thinking makes sense of the purpose of life-to be Grateful to the Lord and that is true holiness.
Present Times are full of strife- silence is full of noise' no longer can we hear the 'tap tap of the Ice lolly cart' in the lazy summer afternoons...aim of poetry is to create 'new thoughts' Thank you Sherry
Hi, I'm visiting from Poets United. Lovely poem, spiritual and quite epic.
...yes, hope in every step, peace from toe to heel above our path; on one that has to be followed.
~This piece is a beautiful prayer~
ZQ
i love this hymn to peace....
Welcome. Please accept my deep gratitude for your most kind and encouraging appreciation.
these were sensitive, conscientious and empathetic words. i too could reflect upon my more innocent days but they were innocent because i don't think that i was as aware when i was youthfilled and unconsiously selfish.
good write. gracias
Thank you Sumana
Experiences differ in diversity of world cultures. Thank You for your visit and kind words.
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