This is not a game
Imtiaz
Standing on that line,
To himself…. “Akhi don’t miss this time”
Eyes.. fixated… firm,
Determined … In his favor this game with turn
His accuracy from this range was questioned,
Would he make it… when his name was mentioned ?
Many have stole, crossed, and rejected…
But today, his aim, be of those few… selected.
No Bird, No Magic, No Baylor
Could tell the tail of this long lost sailor
Times gone by he would miss the call,
Instead today his goal, be amongst those necks… tall
The clock is ticking, will he make the buzzer (buzzah’)
To whom today will you proclaim to be a lover (lova ?)
Raising the hands to end the story,
Proclaiming the Mighty the highest in glory…
And blessed is Your Name,
Exalted is Your Majesty.
And there is no deity to be worshipped but Thee
Subhaana ala humma wa bihamdika
wa tabaara kasmuka wa ta’aalaa jadduka
wa laa ilaaha ghairuk
From his memory these words he leveled,….never again sitting among those…Disheveled
Forget the final four…
Muslims, know the real and right score.
