:: Uncertainty ::
The Next Step
The whispering winds come to a still
The wandering waves lull with ease
Will the heart ever lose its will?
Will the mind relinquish its peace?
Eyes both blind nothing in sight
But a distant mirage that gyrates back
Not to envy or savour this plight
A moment of clarity is that of lack
Shrouded in a mist of diffidence
And fear of the imminent pursuance
Is what makes the difference
Between decision and elusion
Not a discord of right over wrong
Nor a conflict of joy over despair
The next step must not be long
For that the soul must prepare
Hamid
15 January 2007
0059H
