A bowl of truth

   This poem was published in "The Intellect" in 2009. It it written by Zawjah Farid


REFLECTING ON OUR "PROMISE":
THE PRIMORDIAL COVENANT ("AHD-ATLAST")


The treading feet, the searching soul
An ocean deep, a baseless bowl

The lightning thunder, or our thoughts asunder
We walk from the truth, ever wonder?

The soul that promised righteousness
A heart that beats on through its test

we fail again and yet again
The soul ashamed of our bargain

Why humans, are you so thankless?
Of all that's yours and nature's bliss

Unfair it is and very so!
You reap the seed that you shouldn't sow!

Deep, deep in the quagmire
Weep, weep my sinless soul

The sinless soul, the conscious mind
Rivals forever, the latter's blind

The battle goes on and who will win?
The strands of truth or oceans of sin

Alas! Man is weak today
Has lost his grace and forever may stray

If only you rekindle your soul
Give a base to the half-filled bowl

If only you hold the rope of truth
Then only, you can eat the fruit

Of heavens and a beautiful abode
The good end of the righteous road!

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