Why did I blame my God

When the fault was totally mine?

Not Him, to turn His sight;

But me, to leave the shrine

For joy, I thought was bliss,

And bliss I left behind,

Whilst toiled in the desert

That hand was still there, kind

As ever, awaiting return

And hoping for me come-back,

Yet I was lost, and deep

Sincerity-I find my lack.

Copyright © 2002 Khalid Raza Khan