About The Hell Poem by Asim Mahmood

The clergy talks about hell
They often reside in its deepest well
Frighten you with its description
Wake up a fear with unmatched conviction

But the image is still vague
The painted picture of hell
Just an imagination to sell
In fact you fear the Mullah
more than the actual hell

I tell you where hell is
Visit me in my office
And find it everywhere
There are no pits of burning hell
No fire is seen nor a smoke to smell

It's in fact the cold and indifference
That makes the whole reference
You find the humanoids around
With a hypocrisy unbound

They feed themselves on grudge
They drink hatred as sludge



Often recite holy verses while they speak
All they have is the false appearance to keep
Prayer is the tool of their deceit
Hardly seen such a confidence with such a feat
On the holy scene they don't hesitate even to cheat
They make a gruesome gang of four
When they sit together on the floor
Keep God engaged in their prayers
Leave the holy figure to wait there
Come back to their real self
Even real monsters..
would hide behind the shelf
So dear! this is the hell I live in
The horrors of which are all within