Mail of solace

By Ansari Fiza Nuruddin

By the sweat of your face

You shall eat bread

Till you return to the ground

For out of it you were taken

And to dust you shall return.

Afar from inking

Hands fussy in daily fuss

Brain toiling

But now hands and brain fling

Got ink employing

Soul troubled

I employed my pen

A peaceful smile a guarding look

Chills all around

Oh! I feel your presence

You closed your eyes

And never shall you again

Wonder in the wonders

Indeed you fly in heaven

You pale and dull

Left me just and cold

But behold For I know you are

Somewhere in the eternal whole

You layed lifeless

It was gloomy and chill

My soul left behind sad and lonely

The devil inside beating still

The birds cried out

The clouds plunged upon its cry

The sunny days seem more dim

Making my day more and more troublesome

Nothing I can do Nothing to say

All I can is lay down cry and pray

I pray to God

That may all your sins

Be washed away

That your inhabit the heavens

And some day

I meet you up holding hands

In the garden of Eden.

I have comforted self

For the lord God said

By the sweat of your face

You shall eat bread

Till you return to the ground

For out of it you were taken

And to dust you shall return.

By Ansari Fiza Nuruddin