Swiftly walking through,
The alley of my lively childhood.
I wore that white anorak,
Of my smile,
As an apparel of my soul.
I then, embarked on sledge,
with it’s might unknown.
Adorned with my white anorak,
Dazzling as a precious white stone.
But then the slippery ice-white as my smile,
but of pseudo incarnation; made situations
And led me on a path,
perilous and unknown.
Then a light you yearned,
Was there in your heart.
A faith that you lacked,
Ultimately got the spark.
You then illumined by divine inspiration.
You chose the path that,
Masses find difficult to walk.
‘oh sweet soul, don’t worry now,
Your affairs are in the hand of The Master,
Now just bow down and returneth to Thee,
For He will see behind your back.’
Your face now glows,
A demure that you once had.
You now ressurect from the dark alley.
Into the zone of elysium,
Where traitors don’t reach…
# White- pure
Dear readers, i was finding difficult to write the latter part of the poem. So Mr.Aquib Khan helped me to complete this poem of mine, by adding his magical words and exemplary thoughts in it…
The second stanza of this poem is penned by him. No doubt he is a wordsmith and not only he is a good human being but a great friend too….really.😁😁
Please visit him @ aquibview.wordpress.com if you haven’t yet. His blog is just full of his best works and worthy of being followed.
Thank you Aquib ji.😊