A Kick To The Closed Door Poem by Nazma Lucky

A prehistoric house
on the bank of the earth.
A moonlit night
A mahogany table with holy book
They with hemlock
laughed, exchanged look with each other.
There lived God, but didn't hear.

They
Frightened
Melancholic
Frustrated
They wanted to kick to the closed door.
There lived God in vein, in breath, in belief.
But God didn't hear them.

They with hemlock
laughed a divine laugh, they wished
death for each other.
There lived God who didn't hear them.
But God will punish them in doomsday.

3/24/2010