“Lost and Found: Seeking the Light of the Imam”
By Sujjawal Ahmad
I wandered lonely with heart so intoxicated
Through a deserted land so much isolated;
As I searched around for life or person,
Fear surrounded, making me worsen;
No voice no sound could reach to ears,
And sand rippled to form small smears;
Far away where I could not see even a single shadow,
In the land where grew no grass, no plant no meadow;
Crazy winds that crashed over me elapsed,
And pointing at me said at my lapse:
You lost everyone, O dear one! both kith and kin
Near and dear, of the color of your skin;
To these winds that rippled without any choice,
My soul asked with a soundless voice:
What I carried and what I left behind?
O mindless one, they replied:
You carried your body and left your intellect behind!
My soul surrounded with clouds of uncertainty,
It then looked up to blue sky in agony;
O Blessed Elijah! Come soon, I search for you and I seek for you!
I have steadfast all my heart and hope in you;
You are the path, that lights saddened hearts
You are a thought that lives to join broken hearts;
You calm the souls in the world redeemed;
Let now this wayfarer, at the last, know his relief.
A door then opened!
And God’s mercy shown upon a worthless soul;
What I want in life for more than that,
A company of his holy presence,
And a vision of his blessed countenance,
For the Light of Imam of Age has now touched my soul…!
You are an amazing soul Sujjawal. Your longing and awakening is very evident in your poem. I feel a pathos and a never ending void in you, wanting to be filled my someone’s unconditional presence. You have or Hanover found. I see your deep loneliness and I feel your inner void. And I listen to grief you are trying tell to see you as you are. I want to say to that aspect of you that I see it and hear it loud.
You are amazing poet , keep this alive in you wherever you go!
Thank you thats very kind of you. The poem reflects my spiritual journey, a journey that started wandering through the clouds of darkness and ended with spiritual awakening. And I am glad to know you see what the poem calls its readers to see.