A Child's Hope, Ancestral Light
In the tender years of youth, I yearned to soar,
Yet, in my deeds, I felt my parents' pride was sore,
Not wishing to let them down, their love I adore,
Hoping to shine brighter, and disappointment ignore.
I hold fast to the ideals my father did impart,
In his wisdom and grace, I find the beating heart,
Traversing the path ordained by the Supreme Art,
In each step I take, I feel Allah's eternal chart.
Though challenges test me, I stand firm and sure,
In the trials of life, my resolve ever pure,
Dreaming their dreams, my intentions secure,
Hoping to echo their hopes, in life's grandeur.
Through the shadows of doubt, I march head held high,
With faith as my compass, reaching for the sky,
Each obstacle faced, a chance to amplify,
The virtues instilled by my father, never to deny.
As a child, mistakes I make, yet I strive to amend,
Learning from each stumble, on wisdom I depend,
Seeking to honor the legacy they intend,
Hoping to make them proud, as life I transcend.
With determination as my beacon amid the night,
Seeking in everything to bring them delight,
Growing stronger in the face of every plight,
Guided by Allah's grace, in Allah divine light.
Mas Bojreng
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