The Lost Prophet

The Lost Prophet
by M. Awais Aftab

I stand not-so-steadfast on my deck
And gaze at the horizon far away
The swirling inky clouds painted with gloom
And no sign of the emergence of day
The ship rocks on stormy waves
Forever uncertain of her fate
My crew looks with inquiring eyes
How long more will they have to wait?
Ah! Curse the day we left those shores
And began our journey for the promised land
Tormented and persecuted we were
But still had an abode on the sand
Now we drift aloof
Lost in the turbulent sea
The purpose, wrecked, forgotten, dead
And nothing to drink but bitter salty agony