A Poem for Hazar Imam (on His Salgirah), by Zafeera Kassam

THE SONG OF MY SOUL

The song of my soul,
Calls out to You;
Beseeching Your presence,
For my eyes thirst,
The glimpse of You.

The song of my soul,
Sings true:
Praying for a time,
When our hearts embrace
And rejoice…

The song of my soul,
Pleads favour,
Crying tears of fever,
Fighting restraints of fear,
Waging a war of fervour.

The song of my soul,
Sees not the world,
Sees not the sky, nor sea,
Sees not fortune nor fame,
Sees only its reflection in You.

The song of my soul,
Rings loud, rings strong,
With sheer abandon.
No fury, no hate,
Drowns its sincere melody.

The song of my soul,
Is endless and eternal,
Repetitive though not;
Unending, unfinished,
A new day adds a new note.

And this,

The song of my soul,
Recites for You:
Words of tender – love and amour
Harken please,
Pray, grant me You.

Zafeera Kassam
I am a teacher by profession, I also dabble a bit in poetry, creative writing and amateur photography, all of which have become an integral part of my life. I am proud to live in Nairobi, the place our Imam mentioned as follows during His Golden Jubilee: “When I think of a place close to my heart, no place comes quicker to mind than Nairobi.” I am even prouder to be an Ismaili Murid and wish to be inspired and write praises of my Imam for as long as I can.