A Poem: IN EVERY DROP OF SWEAT...

Sometimes, life is like wondering in the desert probing an oasis.

Tired of the struggle, we almost tear off the shackles and set hope free.

Wings are flapping, faith wants to flee.

Without it, it feels hard to breathe.

I keep it to my bosom and never give it a chance to leave.

In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.

In these dark times, our hands are up to the hairline.

As we search the skies for the rays of sunshine.

We close our eyes and remember God.

And it gives our mind sight to see.

That by His will, our portraits hang in the hallway of success.

In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.

I always thought I’d be in the spotlight forever.

Everything was a beam, gleaming, so I never thought of never.

Until the Lord sent misfortunes sweeping me off my feet like an angry flood.

It calmed the pride that ran in my blood.

So today I proclaim, I am nothing without Him.

Some barely make it in a day without a deal.

Some others make it in a day without a meal.

If faith is a prison, then don’t let us escape a life sentence.

Help us in this struggle; cuddle us in your presence.

In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.

The ‘lucky’ ones are struggling to keep laughing.

The others are struggling to stop crying.

The contrast between both worlds leaves pressure creeping.

The urge to rise and race.

We prefer a snail’s pace with His amazing grace.

In every struggle, there is breath to keep us alive.

Faith, hope and patience are the keys to survive.

They are but fire balls, blazing hot.

We keep our fists closed, feel the pain, yet grief not.

In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.

This life is a law.

The struggle is war.

The aftermath is more.

The lord takes us through the storm to get us to the shore.

So, In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.

The mind is naked.

The mind is sacred.

Clothe it with the Holy verses.

And in these hard times, the demons are proposing.

Playing tricks on our thoughts with premonitions.

Empty hopes, blind visions leading to perdition.

We fret not; In the name of God is our redemption.

These hassles are tests that do not blot ink from the tips of pens.

Good results could shoot us up into heavens.

Somewhere we could call home,

Reclining on thrones.

But, in every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean feat.

Peep through the window and see the world, peace is rare.

These days, the news is a bare scare.

The shocks, the tears, the hysteria, the pain.

We doubt not, our lord is a perfect King.

In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.

Every mother striving to feed her kids.

Every father struggling to pay the bills.

Lads gasping to support the family.

And the broken-hearted laboring to get pain out of memory,

But, in every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.

In every street, slum, suburb, school, city, country, continent, every society.

The sweat is dripping.

The tears are trickling.

The muscles are working.

And the mind is stressing.

But, In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.

“So verily with every difficulty, there is relief. Verily with every difficulty there is relief.  Therefore when thou art free (from thine immediate task), still labour hard and to thy Lord turn all attention” Qur'an 94: 5-8.