My invocation

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               My invocation

 

Modest and artless, is my life’s way!

My eyes downcast, yet yon and away,

Fixed on the zenith, where they shine,

Amidst twinkling stars; arrayed in line.

 

Concealed ‘neath my tattered guise,

Rumbles a humble soul, that belies

Glamour and glitter, pomp and airs,

‘Twixt heaven and hell, a path bares

 

That of rectitude, grueling but fine,

Thinner than film, and times nine,​

An abyss, fathomless on each side,

So horrendous, aye this tricky ride!

 

Nevertheless, it calls for sacrifice,

Nigh impossible! To pay the price;

Then pay it ever, all thru one’s life,

Verily straining, this blessed strife!

 

Wherein gold or pelf, wouldn’t help,

The mightiest hither; will there yelp,

With smothered faces, and eyes blind,

Be wallowed amidst; the ruinous kind.

 

 

 

Cautious, living in piety to indulge not

In temptations; there blithely brought,

Resurrected on the day, I the unknown

One ravished follower, to a task sworn!

 

My Lord! Bless seekers, of astute insight,

Of sharp vision, precise and verily bright,

Shearing thru complexities, amidst maze,

Wherein the wittiest, floundered in daze!

 

Audacious and blest; with perception bold,

Thru charm of years, when one wert rolled,

Aspiring and resolute, their eyes fixed high,

To the blessed station, and aloft in the sky!

 

Grant me the sword of troth, I might wield,

Relentless and harsh, thru grisly battlefield,

Life against death; and both fiercely drawn!

Against each other, and into unknown gone.

 

An accomplished soul, there I may emerge,

The forgiven one! And yonder I may surge,

In Thy blessedness, I might seek thy shelter,

Begging for clemency, amidst helter-skelter.

 

 

     By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, May 2, 2026

 

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