The Dreadful Life
Life, like a sinking coracle
for not being a paddle, Moves
Wherever the current of the water
takes. Although not an island to land but
I have to struggle till I find a bank,
Where my head isn't under the slaughter.
The shining hours of life passing,
Fearfully or dreadfully.
As the heaviest rain falls over my head,
It flow down rapidly and speedily.
In the flame of the fire, in the crowded people, nowhere to escape,
fastened me firmly. In the jungle
where no path to access destination,
I would like to alternate
my way Instead of returning.
The bridge between me and my goal,
Even it's old enough to break or crash,
I would drive through it with confidence
The hardest times I'm facing by hiding
my unexpressive pains and wounds.
If you direct me misleadingly
Or cheat me intentionally,
Then I believe in nothing
nor the dream can turn me down
But in reality, what's that?
sometimes I may predict the day,
after seeing the colorful morning,
weather it is sunny or rainy.
Although no one care me but I still
Have ability to bear my agonies and sufferings manfully and fearlessly,
I will struggle till I find a peaceful
and rightful life victoriously.
©_ Abdu Rahman
(06_05_2021)
