Look at me I am back again
I am back again to square one
Life should’ve been a winning race
but I am still a part of a rat run

Did I fail?
Is it really the end?
Then how come am I still alive ?
if its nothing there that I must learn.

God look at me I still am alive
With haq, belief, passion I burn.
You witness the requests to live
from the dead beneath the ground, they yearn

Like that of pottery you created us
but we don’t shatter or blow like fern
Your Ahad fix us like veins of gold
Until back to you we must return.
© saba