I made innumerable journeys through the light, And brushed with the wind and tide; I sauntered in the wilderness in search of destiny, Dark, lonely and perennial the nights – I cried. I assumed death to be the ultimate respite, From the vagaries of lives ultimate desires, Alas! That was right for I died thousand deaths, Now life is a bed of thorns – I misread.
I turn to darkness and carry my light, I turn to hope and moved against the tide; And countered agony with a renewed smile, Now I love that dale and move through all the aisles. ‘Cause On the other side of the moon, there is light, When honesty becomes the might; And truth becomes the only option to fight; They give others the strength to hold on to life.
Shamsud