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Tajudeen Shah


The Quest Started Since

The first morn’s yellow flames pulsated
Over the sliver sky’s infinite flank.
Adam, the blessed father of mankind,
Opened his wheat-toned eye lids;
Garnished with golden lashes,
And the delicate membrane gave way
To the heavenly light and air to begin
Their mission in due skill with senses!
Proclaiming and praising the splendor
Of The Merciful, and expressing gratitude
Did he bow on the season-less ground,
While The Bountiful had his mastery
Explained to the Angels and ordered
To prostrate before His new creation!
All, save Satan, did instantly obey the Lord,
While the soothing glory of the lofty house
Witnessed that ecstatic occurrence ever;
Though the epic malice unto man
Was instilled by the Outcast,
Man’s Quest had its run ‘ON’ since then.

Submitted: Sunday, October 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013

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  • Valsa George (10/7/2013 10:19:00 AM)

    Satan grew jealous of the honour and glory given to man and against God's command he showed his unwillingness to prostrate before him! However Satan's malice spilled over and finally succeeded in tempting man to disobey God and thereby depriving him of his bliss. Man's search and his quest after the lost bliss has thus begun from the beginning of creation and goes on relentless!

    Beautiful description of Adam coming into wakefulness and beholding the splendour of everything created for him! Great write, Tajudeen! (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (10/6/2013 9:50:00 PM)

    Agreed but satan is always a peripheral element rount the truth (Prophet and angel and saint) Adam AS was the first victim through Mother Hawwa still tortures us we have Book still we are recede ding towards fire...I say bhai Why there is hitch Duniya ba raahe deen Deen siratul mustaQeem (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (10/6/2013 9:40:00 AM)

    Adam pushed out or kicked out according to the plan of Allah and put earth near to heaven and hell little far but we are approaching to far it is as I think thank for the nice poem (Report) Reply

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