I Call It Hell Poem by Naveed Akram

They fell into the place called Hell,
Its height fell into an abyss and drowned in disbelief;
Its width collapsed from the barrage of fireballs,
As its flame grew in betrayal and colour.
This tiny planet has warmth compared to the dance
Inside this Hell that we earn for the bitter tasks we take.
They fell as we did inside a minute,
Hours sped by to congratulate fire and warmth,
Our maidens or humanoids connected to falling,
International calls inflamed their being.

My height touched the television of hope,
Offering my praise for the heavenly swings
And the music forbidden to the artistic few,
Those from the downward struggles feared
A little evil that swindled the space of mates
And advanced husbands.

Women can complete the deal that consumed the sums
Of corpses collected with their secure minds,
Heaven convinced them, while our Hell had worlds
Of such sweet promise that fire turned into sugar
Swinging in the ardent forests of apes and monsters
From the deepest skins and ailments.

I had not fallen in love and hate to besiege
The minority and their majority,
So I fell into the abyss I call myself to witness
In this vast space called the Universe.