In the loneliness of my solitude, I fancy,

“Why does my heart beat so badly?”

In every contraction, relaxation of ventricles,

“What does the poor thing seek so ghastly?”

In every inhale, exhale of the air,

“How do my lungs do feat so fast?”

In every image of opaque objects,

“Where is the shadow that my retinas cast?”

In every time of my severe trial,

“Which is the force that holds my brain?”

In every time of my grief and despair,

“Who is their to take up all strain?”

Every time this assay reveals me the same:

God is the divine answer, all else is lame!”

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9 thoughts on “Assay”

  1. @ridafatima….it doesn’t matter if she wrote GOD or Allah….it is ones personal choice to reveal who he worships…for any Muslim, GOD will mean Allah, for a Buddhist, it would mean the Buddha and so on…so that was rather pointless…and that too in a poem, where things are so deep that many ppl can’t decipher what he/she has tried to communicate.

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