A troubling night 

Oh the troubling night,
tarry no longer then this,
for the chaos you brought is suffocating
and my soul is too restless -confabulating
it with fatal pain –  please heal me with
your warmth and casting morning.

Tarry no longer then this,
for your shadow is heinous – inflicting me
with incurable whims and longings –
afraid am I to survive it until
the grandeur morning that is
waiting to encapsulate
my inexplicable suffering.

Tarry no longer then this,
for your light is faint and quivers it
in the fear of your dreary shadow
that makes me feeling like not
have the right to an existence.

Tarry no longer then this,
for your murky shadow enclouded
my eyes shedding boundless tears of unsird
– as it exceeded my enduring limit of human capacity.

Tarry no longer then this,
for your ominous shadow left me decayed
and casted away my smiles that were borrowed
after sailing many boundless hells and barbed-wired-fences.

Tarry no longer then this,
for your shivering shadow left me frostbitten
and muffles me in my vividness and squeezes
even my warmth whispers with a heavy intensity.

Tarry no longer then this,
for your shadow is too intense
and a downright silence that pesters me
a lot,
and you should perceive that the
aloneness in the midst of the night
itself is a disquietude.

Tarry no longer then this – the troubling night,
descend with pacification and let the majesty
of the morning cast me with warmth and,
shower me with molten passion for the
the night was unfriendly and caress my soul,
with its zephyr to make it so permeant and,
my face like peers – glowing so bright that
glitters with a shine to defeat the dark
and looming shadow of the unkind night.
By: Abdul Samad Haidari 

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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