Where there is no hope
I trudge along purposefully
Where there is no light
I glide through with confidence
Where there is no dream
I slink in deep slumber
Where there is no beginning
I look for the black hole
Perhaps I am the fool
Who beguiles treachery
I am no angel, I know
Yet I wish I had a magic wand
To sweep off the grudge
of trickling sands
And throw a challenge
To the Divine Lord
Oh Father! fear you may not
I shall overcome.....
Someday.............
I trudge along purposefully
Where there is no light
I glide through with confidence
Where there is no dream
I slink in deep slumber
Where there is no beginning
I look for the black hole
Perhaps I am the fool
Who beguiles treachery
I am no angel, I know
Yet I wish I had a magic wand
To sweep off the grudge
of trickling sands
And throw a challenge
To the Divine Lord
Oh Father! fear you may not
I shall overcome.....
Someday.............
I stumbled upon this dark gospel. Milton I wouldn't say, but nevertheless an inverted take on conformism :-)
ReplyDeleteI think I was swimming against the tide...if you call it conformity.....inverted ? Perhaps......
ReplyDeleteYes that's what conviction is about. Never losing the hope that things can change for the better.
ReplyDeleteThanks Somali for understanding me
DeleteThis world throbs and pulsates due to wonderful people like you!
ReplyDeleteI salute this spirit and you!!
Humbled
DeleteHumbled
DeleteYes! Conviction it is. Diffident feet fall away from the path of faith
ReplyDeleteExactly Shamsud...agree and thanks for understanding me
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