Since the First Fratricide
Till the last homicide
The drama of civilization is a mock;
At the site of killing
Even the wrens stop singing
But we continue to dance and rock;
I was gifted with the free-will
Which I continue to misuse still
An apple forbidden, plucked, is daily added to my stock;
Though as an unwilling subject to Satan’s lobby
Losing paradise is my unsanctioned hobby
Forgetting that I was a bird of a saintly flock;
Hearing inside the scary din
Watching the pageant of the deadly sins
The joint-inheritor of the Original Sin
Despite the fight seems hard to win
At my daily fall the devil grins;
Yet from the heart I hear insistence
Help me Lord to put up resistance
Life’s a Gift not a Crime of Existence;
I say NO to the deadly deal
Pour Your Grace and break my seal
As where’s the wound which YOU can’t heal?
I believe.... The grace is already poured, The devil's grip already broken, The wound you suffered only a memory, And you stand perfect, dressed in white, A picture of Grace given and received, Painted by the author of the universe.
Since the creation we are committing mistake right from Adam and Eve. Subsequenly losing parsdise has become our unsanctioned hobby. we are repeating and repenting. But the grace of Almighty is always to heal our wound.10++++
Aapi, It is more than just a poem, as my heart feel. I think, it is not you who create this, but it was over flowed when unbearable. May Allah bless us. Ameen.
Life’s a Gift not a Crime of Existence. Violence in the world is totally undesirable and is avoidable. Hope the realization will come soon.
Yes may make people smile happiness BUT No is important sometimes AND That's wht NO word was created.. it for to be used when it should_Soul
Having taken a bite of the apple, it sticks in the throat of mankind - thought-provoking write Shahzia.
Sad look at life as it is by a fine write of caring...all we can do is shield our families with the belief of God...regards
A vivid detailing of a fearsome scene as what is happening around us, very undesired but but occurs often....... hence the pure soul's ardent prayer for the end of these brutalities.
Our soulful pleas.will eventually help us get out of filth and help us ascend to the heaven of freedom.........lovely beautiful write.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the heights of unreachable glory hidden by the clouds of inaction and indifference, , I am afraid He will whisper into ears none of the words of a redemption. But when the Poets of such angelic strata flop their wings in vain, a sweet song reverberates in our ears mortal and Moist. A fine write, Shahziaji.