But the bonds of birth, of life and its toils,
Planted by me Becoming, never Being,
To the bright hearts of those 'forever
         loves,'
Cherished by them, though glorified by
        me only,
Stand tall against my thought of trip.
Many a time have I sunk in deep thought,
Wet and trapped like a caught fish, in
        doubt,
Many a time have I heard my heart
        aloud!
The riches and rages Nature
        endowed  upon us,
And the laughs by Fate  at those who fail,
While hand in hand working together,
Reward each of us by  merits of known
         deeds:
Peace to him who persists in action,
To him poverty who rests in pestilent
        wealth--
For the world belongs to him who knows
        how!

                                           -by
                               Hakim H. Kassim.
                               (February, 1990)