Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

When inside God dies


When inside God dies, we bury into our heart’
We gather more hope and put on life’s cart
Dreamt for bright future, we, beastly brave,
Unknowingly cart rolls in an unseen grave.

Those bleeding for peace and truth and guides
Keepeth heaven’s heart and there God resides
What we call; ’God shadow on earth’ to face
The cruelty, suffers with smile, ‘a blessed grace’.

Once inside God died, golden-grave- god rides
On vice and starts to kill the virtue; God in man,
Their unseen desire river flow beneath their feet,
And face above, hid in dark cloud for tear rain.

Many killed and tortured, Angels always falsified
We all know as a proof, why Jesus was crucified

Submitted: Friday, November 15, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 23, 2013

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  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (11/15/2013 10:30:00 AM)

    As Muslims we believ another man with d face of jesus ko suli pe charhaya gaya tha. Anyway dis was a great poem, a bit cryptic. Extraordinary gud job poet bro. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (11/15/2013 7:16:00 AM)

    A very poignant and meaningful poem. Makes one really to
    think and search deep into the heart and soul of man. Ver
    soul stirring write. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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