Stanzas For a Dreamer

Lay down your sorrows o the one who've seen the light
In all the dark places that God Himself may not look that way
For your gift is what they treasure so greatly but not on you
And they spit on your name for the fact that they have not

Take comfort in your kindness, for your kind is much too kind
Yet no penny to your name to worth their high placing, most high indeed!
That they'd see you not from their gilded eyes, for such is their world of late
But rather as a garbage, a refuse, a bane of society, or so their mind think...

Dry well your tears for this foot deserves not your face or pride
And your head is not a doormat for the world to mark their anger
Remember the Divine do know of their pride, their egos and lusts
And so soon their foul deeds on you will not be foreclosed!

Don't hate me for I have no songs to lull you to sleep
Nor comes I for you to cleanse your dark mournings
For only a Dreamer he knows of his sad sweet brethren
The golden few with wings they made him felt low

So let's not abandon, this gift that we have
For sooner or later they'd come for us true
When all hope is gone, they'd search for it more
Only to find, its nest is still laying, but not of their reach

For the nest of all hope is the mind who still dreams
Who'd never he'd dreamt but kept on so dreaming
And so now who; pray tell, are losers in truths?
The egos with pride or the pride-less who dreams?

Think about it...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010