What I Pray For
With a passion I have to reveal
What I conceive or what I feel
When I am soaring at the wheel
The Milky Way is my poesy
A gust of wind, a clear blue sky
A bloom of rose with a butterfly
With every verse I have to deal
Hey! to make hay is my poesy
With a spell of music, buzz of bee
A dance of leaves, a wave of sea
The only boon that gives me zeal
No doubt I say is my poesy
Of the rhythmic tread of marching feet
The drum that goes with steady beat
Of the starry night I make a meal
To get me gay is my poesy
To convey ups and downs of fate
The events of my love and hate
Some episodes I may conceal
The tune I play is my poesy
A glance of beauty in her grace
A beam of hope with gleeful face
With enchanted power to heal
A blissful ray is my poesy
Without which useless is beehive
Without which I cannot survive
So on a rhyme to set the seal
The night and day is my poesy
A comrade of my solitude
A marvel of my aptitude
Giving my Allah thanks I kneel
For what I pray is my poesy
To give you pearls of joy and love
To make you peaceful like a dove
To get back on an even keel
On a handsome tray is my poesy
