A Hidden Love

• Faisa Khadar, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

Drudges pull behind me
As i drag to a new shore
From leaden land
To an empty unexplored.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality !