Testing Times

Pitch dark it was in middle of night

Not a star to shine, so deprived of sight.

With thick clusters of clouds to cloak ,

Not a glimpse of lunar light in waters to soak

Nor rustling leaves by a gentle breeze

A dead of silence only to release

An impression lasting of a dreary scene

A touch of terror lurking in air

Where one to another seemed not fair

With horror hovering over head

Unaware of what consequences might lead

At approach of crossroads overtaken by fear

Lest a path of falsehood might tear

To pieces like those hounds of hell

That turn its victims pell mell

Most anxiously and blood thirsty

Creating a mad chaos,run hasty

In such a situation our only hope

To stand as one holding fast His rope

Of guidance with prayer as he who clings

To Quran as a shield against slings

And arrows of diverse elements

Will ultimately succeed up on battlements