The God-Man Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

The horror of partition
The holocaust of maddling crowds
Still haunts from his childhood
To this age where he adorned
The mantle of a priest
Of an alien faith
As the faithful fled
And abandoned their Gods
As the pointed dagger
Of the perpetrators
Gave option to leave
The near and dear.
The ten hundred years old temple
The abode of Gods and their better halves
Left unfed and unattended
Left without an 'Aartis'
And the mountain ranges
Hovering the clear lake
That looks beautiful on starry nights
Looked desperate for left
Without the din of crowding devotees
Sighed in deep despair.
But Guhulaam Hassan dared
The gun points of the fanatics
He could sense and feel
That Allah will never try him
To protect the faith of brothers
Of faith alien to his faith
As Allah preach and practice
The peace, love and brotherhood.
He entered the abode of God
He offered the 'Aartis'
He tolled the bells
In the dawn and dusk
Invoking the heavenly spirits
And he found 'Allah' smiling
'Allah' blessing him
As he obeyed his omnipotence
And he enjoyed his omnipresence!