My Name Is ‘Trust’


Trust is my name, let me be loud
Thee who seeks me, just hear me out

I’m faithful to the one who knows
With time my value only grows

Worth more than all the diamond mines
And all the gold on earth combined

I, my friend, what I have learned
Can not be bought but rather earned

Though mostly lost, I’m rarely found
More tightly than love I am bound

Cannot be seen through naked eyes
For me many will gladly die

I’m present in your children’s cry
I’m in your mother’s lullaby

More fragile than a bowl of glass
Once broken, no repair could pass

But only when someone breaks me
I shatter lives into debris

Power’s a blessing and a curse
Those who abuse me oft get hurt

I’m your best friend/worst enemy
Mysteries aplenty held in me

Trust foes to hurt you when you fail
And friends to bail you out of jail

Trust is my name and you should know
To no one shall I ever bow

– Yousuf Bawany, July 2015

NOTE: My wife and I strongly believe that trust is one of the qualities that define a person and it is something that must be cultivated in children from an early age. As a rule, I never make false promises to my children so that they can understand and appreciate the value of trust. 

Never Let Go




All your plans end up in smoke

Hit rock bottom, pained and broke

Life feels like one cruel joke

Hold onto faith when you’ve lost all hope

– Yousuf Bawany

Washed Away

I look out my bedroom window
And see the falling rain
Pouring down from the heavens above
It takes me down memory lane

This view stirs up memories
Of a not-too-distant past
When I used to live my life
With the fullest of my heart

With no plans for the future
No vision, no objectives set
I just danced all my worries away
Didn’t matter if I got wet

On my way back from school
With a bunch of friends in tow
We jumped into potholes and puddles
Feels like an eternity ago

Always in pursuit of something
Chasing frogs and butterflies
With arms wide open as wings
Always reaching for the skies

There was only one fear, if any
Of going home all covered in dirt
That Mom would flip if she saw
My newly bought clean-white shirt

Not caring what others may think
We were young, we were free
Slaves of society is what we are now
Denying it won’t make us see

Now we just sit at the window
Rather than joining all the fun
Not remembering that someday we too
Will set with the setting sun

This heavenly shower from the skies
Will wash away all our tears
It’ll cleanse our souls off all the grime
It’ll wipe out all our fears