Babar Ahmad: The Promised Land

11 Oct

Wave after wave batters me,
With brine, dark and cold,
But I will get through this stormy sea,
So my story will be told.
Fate tastes bitter on my lips
My will is sapped, but not yet dead
I breathe life in painful sips
For destiny weighs heavier than lead.

From time to time a boat appears,
That some day I will board,
Even if it be a few more years,
For the Pleasure of my Lord.
At the rising sun the night will clear
Its rays will shimmer on the sand.
So I will face my every fear
Until I reach the Promised Land.

– Babar Ahmad, August 2012
HMP Long Lartin

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Posted by on October 11, 2012 in Habsiyya, Poems by Babar Ahmad


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