Heaven Under Pain Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

Always in me, why unluck rise
Always in me, why painful tests.
Always for the goods, many worst painful test,
Heaven in masked by the hell’s cast.
Always in fear for a house of cast,
Cast before, which already past.
Always antihero, sky of conflicts,
That cast below fear, sky of conflicts.
I struggled, did rebelled,
Hoping always for good to rebel.
Hope, hope, hope-cannot cope,
Cannot cope with all of this.
Fire-helled mosque, paganeous sins,
Heaven’s behind, masked by hell.
Where uniced iced,
The sins’ iced up,
Iced up towers, with crazy bad colors,
Crazy bad pagans
Under hooligan’s soul mask,
Burn! Whose good heart decrease,
Whose badness increase,
A magic of spoiling that realed
Never heal for good
Alas!

Good shall rise, through this house of vice,
Good shall rise, just painful tests,
Good shall rise, out these pests,
God shall rise, may when, a just.

Flowing in tunes, feel with brain
After seeless artificial monsters’ out.
Running from where, scent of siren great,
In the ground came crusting threads.
As some bird was calling, dark, seeless,
Lightless was that night.
Flowing in dark flight, mystery, homeless,
Heaven masked in pain!