some way,
my desires are to be blinded,
or i can wait the inner lights,
lit in dark.
where ethics are upturned,
under space of ruthless turmoil,
the war is undeclared,
to win is subtle and wafting in smokes,
the noises are masking,
my rancid utters,
stray life with breath of breeze,
can be vital,
my heart is sun,
to mind,
and certain events,
when to follow,
vivid spells,
have been broken,
but it is rule,
untried feet to advance in lands of love,
and faith in THE truth.
Rafique Farooqi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faith-146/
