PRAYER ( Emmenay )

O my Lord Allah,

When I hymn Your praise,

May the trees kneel,

And may the streams sing.

Give me the power,

To make the mighty bow,

When I praise Your glory,

May the whole world glow.

Make my pen mightier,

Than the sharpest sword,

Increase me in my faith,

Don't let me falter.

You are my Guardian,

My Saviour, my Friend,

I want you by my side,

To the very end.

By

( Emmenay )

The Guilt ( Flowers in Sojourn )

I know not the pace of swaying clouds on turquoise sky, 

Standing solitary on the molten glacier heaved high

With the icy surround of anguish and anxiety,

For devastating the result of a birth in bygone proximity.

Ancient, anonymous and alone is my built,

Bearing on shoulders, the encumber of ageless guilt

O Deity of Sleep, invoke in the fire of prayer,

And draw your veil over the guilt and the slayer.

And sing a lullaby to calm my vision’s plight

For I have cursed my mirror image at every sight,

On drops of melting ice amidst ancient fear, chore gets behead ,

And the sleep gets hidden among the instincts dead.

Entrapped in this wide dismal antiquity,

To touch skies, swaying clouds refuse parity,

For the palms only fold in prayers to Heaven,

When it does not elevate with the guilt’s burden.

By

(Smita Dey Tarafder)