This is a free verse poem (does not rhyme).
Day chaser
By Abu Khattab
"Allahu*!Akbar!" I shout in this open land,
The wind howling against my open arms.
Almost hugging the air that's tumbling,
My eyes are closed as I sense my freedom.
Laughter creeps along with some smiles,
This wind immersing my struggling soul.
A sigh of relief seeps from my mouth,
Such a great sensation I feel right now.
My fingers playing with the current of air,
Opening and retracting - spreading and closing.
Dryness overwhelming the surface of my hands,
But not a care in the world, for I am free.
Memories play in the back of my mind,
The days of cruelness that ruled my life.
No more I say, for on this day I'm free,
On this day I'm free - not a care in the world.
I raise my head and look to the sky,
The clouds led away in a hastily fashion.
"Praise be to You, O my Lord..." I whisper,
You've freed the man from the shackles of blues.
The whistling of the wind brushes past my ears,
The open field has become my stage.
Shall I walk towards that wish of mine?
As I stare at the horizon with my stalking eyes.
Too long I have waited to meet you O promise,
But finally my hand has been placed with yours.
Lead me to my Lord and to the green birds above,
And be a witness for me on a Day full of horror.
The wind still tumbling all over me,
But not care I have about the resistance I face.
Because that's all it is - a body of wind,
I'm able to swim through it by the Will of my Lord.
So I smile once more and I enjoy this gust,
And I pick up my bag and swing it over my shoulder.
Holding my rifle in the hand of my promise,
It is time to earn my wings of green.
Do I look back at darkness that remains behind?
Or maintain my gaze at what lies ahead?
For indeed the darkness chases the light,
The night is always chasing the day.
I begin with my right foot - I take a step,
Followed by the left - I take another.
Gaining pace as I begin to storm the field,
The wind still whistling against my ears.
Towards the day I run and I run,
The night can chase but it'll take awhile.
Finally, the dream has become a reality,
So tantalizing and uplifting that it seems surreal.
Through the wind I continue to strive and push,
The green birds I hear whistling with the wind.
Treading away from the darkness that follows,
The day chaser I am until the Promised Day.
Day chaser
By Abu Khattab
"Allahu*!Akbar!" I shout in this open land,
The wind howling against my open arms.
Almost hugging the air that's tumbling,
My eyes are closed as I sense my freedom.
Laughter creeps along with some smiles,
This wind immersing my struggling soul.
A sigh of relief seeps from my mouth,
Such a great sensation I feel right now.
My fingers playing with the current of air,
Opening and retracting - spreading and closing.
Dryness overwhelming the surface of my hands,
But not a care in the world, for I am free.
Memories play in the back of my mind,
The days of cruelness that ruled my life.
No more I say, for on this day I'm free,
On this day I'm free - not a care in the world.
I raise my head and look to the sky,
The clouds led away in a hastily fashion.
"Praise be to You, O my Lord..." I whisper,
You've freed the man from the shackles of blues.
The whistling of the wind brushes past my ears,
The open field has become my stage.
Shall I walk towards that wish of mine?
As I stare at the horizon with my stalking eyes.
Too long I have waited to meet you O promise,
But finally my hand has been placed with yours.
Lead me to my Lord and to the green birds above,
And be a witness for me on a Day full of horror.
The wind still tumbling all over me,
But not care I have about the resistance I face.
Because that's all it is - a body of wind,
I'm able to swim through it by the Will of my Lord.
So I smile once more and I enjoy this gust,
And I pick up my bag and swing it over my shoulder.
Holding my rifle in the hand of my promise,
It is time to earn my wings of green.
Do I look back at darkness that remains behind?
Or maintain my gaze at what lies ahead?
For indeed the darkness chases the light,
The night is always chasing the day.
I begin with my right foot - I take a step,
Followed by the left - I take another.
Gaining pace as I begin to storm the field,
The wind still whistling against my ears.
Towards the day I run and I run,
The night can chase but it'll take awhile.
Finally, the dream has become a reality,
So tantalizing and uplifting that it seems surreal.
Through the wind I continue to strive and push,
The green birds I hear whistling with the wind.
Treading away from the darkness that follows,
The day chaser I am until the Promised Day.