The red puff of filtered smoke
Creating thousand of silhouettes
In the damp air of my extinguished room
Tell me thy name?
Master of Arts and Science
The oracle of south and east
The sufi of the damned nation
The love of infatuated Leila
The lust of smoldering Aphrodite
The cursed Oedipus
And the blessed Joseph
Who art thou-
The Magnum Opus of God?
I am a human my little angel
A human made to be examined
Created to be prosecuted
For the sins I was predisposed to commit
While walking on the ashen breasts
Of my mother earth
The God speaks from heavens
Thou art the best I ever created
Thou must not lament
For thou would only be impeached
For doing that I labeled forbidden
Still thou didst that again and again
Because
Thou love thy own self
More than Me
April 22,2009
each created in HIS unique way...and every human is unique as HE spoke...let's remember HIM/HER at least for a wink each day!
Very eloquent. You have a way with words and emotions. Kind regards, Sandra
'A human made to be examined Created to be prosecuted For the sins I was predisposed to commit While walking on the ashen breasts Of my mother earth'........ Yes, Kamranbhai, Fate/Naseeb..whatever...the inevitable is just that. I believe when one loves God less than humans.. one is asking for trouble. History has shown us this again and again. Good, insightful write. Keep on! Cheers. Subroto
Such a deep meaningful poem with my realization I am so lucky to live in Australia. Your emotions come so much to the fore and your writing is especially talented. Top marks Karin Anderson
an imagery of spirituality and religion rounded to one's personality well written poem sir...10
very beautiful dear kamran each one is a unique persona you have nicely portrayed -10 anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The flesh and the spirit war constantly. The spirit is truly willing but the flesh is weak.