My nightly prayer

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                   My nightly prayer

With shattered dreams and fractured ego,

With my broken heart and so deep in woe,

Here’s all dark, ah in an abyss of biting pain,

There I grope about, and piteously to wane.

 

In my total accolade ’fore Thee I’m to bow,

In the humble prostration; down I shall go, 

The tears’ torrent and my eyes shall bedim,

Just sunken hollows, the dark haloes so rim.

 

Thou knowest my throes, and ripping pain,

Those losses incurred with my trifling gain,

My thoughts, my lapses and my actions all,

My humble rise, ah chased by grievous fall.

 

O Lord! Thou know my heart and my soul,

My pace, my stride and the cherished goal,

My ambitions, mine wishes and all earnest,

My devotion, the devoutness and the zest!

 

With parched lips, haggard face, hair tousled,

My ecstasy to the wild lunacy! Fondly roused;

My fluttering heart with my anxieties replete,

I looked to each nook, a tramp in grisly street!

 

My thoughts are void, and blind my sight!

A tempest blew on, lingering was my night,

I reeled off, hauled up there, after stumble,

Amid thunders, lightening and the rumble!

 

My foes’re tough, hardy, uncouth and wild,

Domineering, as mountains were to a child,

Lashed into frenzy, swiftly to hither bound,

The impish chant wild, to the coming round!

 

Bless me eyes, perceive their satanic intent,

A visionary mind, blest with the godly bent,

Peep into deception, and their intents read,

My realm to shun; that of avarice and greed.

 

O Lord! Bless me; thru my loss I may win!

On the battle-field of faith; I will quell sin,

Thru my weakness I may emerge stronger,

To slips and errors, I may stoop no longer!

 

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, November 15, 2025.

 


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