AN ORISON TO ALL....

AN ORISON TO ALL

 

 

I much revere the heart that yance give me advice;

You pledged here my academic career must not cease.

"In period of quagmire you shall find proper solace,"

[I prayed]"moratorium shall know not you in your race."

 

My mouth is opened but it cannot speak for tears

Of spontaneous feat of favor passed me by for years.

"Allah, escape misery from them, fortify us to hide

Where mighty storm of ambition the mulish wyes abide;

And do volitiently waive their mistakes to be unseen,

And mask their faces a broad grin after Allah's unseen."