Walking on thorns





There's so much pain that's boiling in your heart,
You cried for help, constantly pierced by a dart,
Between lonely nights you always hope for the best,
But if all these persist how can you still take a rest?

In the valley of loneliness you are the only tigress,
Roaring with might and full of the highness,
In steering life ahead you have to keep on walking,
Because what else is there to choose except to continue knocking?

If the door creaks open and shed you some light,
Perhaps you can catch a string for a future that's bright,
For Allah will never leave His servants in vain,
Trust Him the Almighty for this temporary rain.