Divine
Striving for the sustenance I seek,
It is not found in this world, unique.
The place where I spend my days and nights,
That Earth, O Lord, is not my home in sight.
If you must grant something, why a promise of tomorrow?
Does this life not require the means to borrow?
If I break hope, it’s only regret I face,
No other wound of sorrow in my heart to place.
Just once, make it happen the way I desire,
If it’s not in your will, then let it expire.
These celestial beings are my witness, indeed,
My words are with you, but they don’t succeed.
Why such enmity with me, so lowly and small?
I’m bound to you, but not equal at all.
Aslam Murad
