The Perfect Believer Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

In storms that rage, he finds his destined path,
A slave to fate, yet bold as ancient kings.
Thy world beholds his aim, undying truth,
Each dawn, a rise of conquering might anew,
Each night, a restless dream of boundless thirst.

The wandering breath abides within his chest,
He teaches men of fate the art of wiles.
Yet in his heart, no boastful pride remains,
For faith alone commands his fearless soul.
He bows before no throne but heaven's height.

From lofty gaze, he shapes the dust anew,
His sword outshines the words of cunning tongues.
Defiance carves its throne on mountains high,
For this defines the creed of steadfast men,
And this bestows the grace of gallant hearts.
(28 July,2006)