A Letter To God Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

I never penned down my heart to Thou
As yield of guiltless screams in tattered fate,
And found reproach of storm for cries of pain
For warming love, a chilly loathing sting,
And found the thorny scars for wreath of rose;
Now! Heart this underneath the pen that speaks
I lost my treasure pride to rival known,
We met at every door of reason glare
And met in tranquil soul with barren land,
In words of modern rational books of cheat
And books of newly law, that gives her chance
To gleam under beast of choice among wilds,
He gave a word to fill my logic choices
The fruits of selfish tree, the boughs of spring
The words of cruelty, heart of beast in rage,
When asked great desire of numbing truth,
To forfeit smugly rusty crown of pride,
To make the Self dictator, keep the soul
On hang, then swore again to give the choice
And sovereignty of comfort, give the wand
With magic worth of living luxury,
And words of alchemy, and gave the pure
Ablution, got divorced the lamb to lion,
And asked nothing great in yield except
My life-less spirit at rest in idle hut,
With bolt the way of thought I did agree;
He_ softly shares his being of God in love,
My dear! when Devil sets thy soul on fire
Then sense my way_! Then run to have my gate.