A SLAVE BY CHOICE (poem)

...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Ever heard of a slave
who is always sad 
at the remotest idea
of gaining his freedom?

A slave who
for the love of his master
detest emancipation
from subservience?

A slave who hates
to think of any other
but his master alone
occupying his every thought.

A slave who
eloquent in speech
tells of the grand virtues
and goodness of this master

A slave who sings
verses of glorious poetry
most beautiful in his honor
like an enchanted peacock.

A slave who reveres
a master he ever finds
peace and tranquillity
in his presence, remembrance.

A slave who reads
ever glowing, words
echoing peace in his heart
feeding his hungry soul.

A slave who finds
24 hours not enough
to accommodate his passion
to please his lord, who pleases.

A slave who cherishes
the light shining off a face
that enlightens his dark within
illuminating his heights, depths.

A slave who dedicates
every single breathe
every motion, emotion
to serving his one master.

A slave who quotes
with complete belief
the sacred truth
encoded in his master's words.

A slave grateful
for the gift of life itself
bestowed, not deserved
by his ever gracious master.

A slave conscious
of his world, of himself
of his heart, only through conscience
of his master's existence.

A slave who
frees himself from freedom,
freely offered, but rejected
finding blissful solace in bondage.

A slave who finds
comfort of sound living
only in the basic reality
of his complete submission.

A slave of his master
by honour, by knowledge
by realisation and awakening
to the purity of a sacrosanct truth.

A slave like every other
yet unique, like no other
born before birth, alive after death
sacrificial light, vicegerent on high.

A slave proud to be
though given free-will
but by choice chooses to be
Earth, moon, sun, stars, the universe.

(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

*PS:
Zaid Bn Haritha (RA) in the first instance, then another on my mind.