Naat From The Classroom Of Fear

 White light does not say 

It only throws colds water 

On my face and stares. 

What can it say?

In classrooms damp I carve 

Out of the tips of pens and compasses

A life to live

What life to live?

I find myself asunder, under 

The exponential burden of tomorrow 

I did not learn to factorise.

How can I? 

Factorise the unseen questions 

On His tablet in the skies 

How can I simplify the answers 

To my fate?

My brain is numb

And my arms are thin and feeble 

My eyes begin to cloud

I am choked by my own name. 

My teacher, father, Prophet, please 

Guide me to a warmer light. They say

Your face is the break of day

Your curls are the turning night 

They say,

You are path to the path less 

Father to the fatherless 

Strength to the weak 

I am 

Unguided, weak, an orphan 

In cold classrooms afraid

Waiting to walk away somewhere 

But where?

A thousand paths untangle 

Each with thorns at every turn 

Will you open your locks 

And let me hold

Your holy hair

A single curl?

And walk where 

Your guidance guides? 

Tell me. You will guide me

Tell me. I am safe 

Teacher, father, Prophet. Please