Hazrat Khalifatul Masih V to his beloved Taalay \ (A persona poem) Odyssey of our time O my Lord! My Allah! What station have you brought me to? Are lay ahead a thousand tasks, that you alone can take me through. What shall I do? I do not know So I have trust in only You. I raised my head from humble prayer and opened my eyes to see my troops All ready to march, all steady in stance, All armed and alert, all set in groups. I thanked my Lord, glanced proudly at them, There were men of letters, and masters of speech; Their passion, their zeal, as if on fire, And nothing beyond their ardent reach. Doctors and nurses, and fiery orators, While many were trained as scientists; Masons and builders, teachers and students, And thousands of skills, on scrolls of lists. I looked across, and left, and right, When hidden away I saw a nook Where stood a boy, all on his own, But in his eyes, a strange, deep look I took my troops, and started to march My time was precious, I had to proceed, I marched, I conquered, I won, I went on, As my battlefield, was the whole world indeed. But every halt, and every break, Would bring flashbacks, of those bright eyes; So loyal they were, that they shone with love, And his wings were of a falcon, ready to rise. It was as if he spoke, and I’d hear him say “I might be too young, I may be too frail, “But take me along, and let me fight, You’ll see me endure, and I shall not fail.”
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