My silent speech

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              My silent speech

 

In my aloofness; there is concourse,

Ah the bustle swells, from its source,

In the stillness; with lightening pace,

And very wondrous! Who’s apace?

 

Stretched to the infinite and so afar,

Above the moon and the North Star,

Once a guide, to my wandering bark,

When I was tossed in the grisly dark.

 

What a mystery! The silence spake!

Sending shivers, and my frame shake,

O the fear of unknown, drawing near,

Enshrouded in mist, to blur the clear!

 

The perfect solitude to surpass death,

Drifting gale, with the scented breath,

The gasping yelp, but it keepest away,

And from the foul, it would stay away.

 

The kin and blood, the gold and pelf,

All stripped off, there figures the self,

And alone that shalt, an answer make,

Shaken and roused, O to sense awake!

 

 

 

My dear Lord! What’s this all about?

Why voice fails? Why my muse flout?

The new set up, abrupt and take shape,

In bewilderment; O my lips held agape.

 

I look around ah there are friends none,

Neither familiar sky, nor the known Sun!

Helter-skelter, amid the swelling throng,

Manacles, fetters and the chains strong!

 

All of a sudden; I dart mine glance yon,

Where my thoughts hath fled and gone,

Nothing left behind, that I should groan,

Lord! Direct my glance, and I’ll be shown.

 

To the alien garden where blooms, a rose,

The sweet scented and to Thee very close!

Lo his bounteous smiles; ever playing soft!

Then buoy my saddened heart, richly aloft!

 

My dearest Lord! Pass not this holy season,

And even my verses, by rhyme and reason,

Pray! Show Majestic Honour Thy-Self to me,

Or in my utter humility; just take me to Thee!


By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, December 8, 2025

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