As An Act Of Divine Force Poem by Syed Moshahedul Haque

During my early days
No Hemlock left untrimmed
Lap where I was brought up
Epitomized with trusts and beliefs

High dose of love and respect injected
To empower the years old values
That you belong to me and I to you
And I nourished this drowsy dream.

Time passed and I grew older
Hemlock too filled with foliage
And took a huge shape and size
demarcating of past and present

I dived deep into the past
To spot Hitler and Genghis
Into the tales of hate mongering
Heard the voice raised in solidarity
Proclaiming freedom for all

From ages and ages the beasts let loosened
In thousands forms to distort humanity
Many taste their dreary death
But a few pose challenge to humanity


The tug of war remains continued
Throughout our existence
Finally goodness wins over evils
Seems as an act of divine force.