Fall Of Angels... Poem by iqra hassan

Fall of angels..
How could i kill someone already dead?
How could i steal something already lost?
How could i reap passion from a living corpse?
Pretty indeed, was she, an angel,
And myself, the devil wearing goodness,
It is but conventional that devils find angels,
And mostly, angels fall for the devils!
Her heart was soaked in love for me,
And my thirst was ever increasing..
She wanted to feed her soul with me,
And i longed to quench my animal.
Near and near, getting we were,
The distances were merely notional..
Then came the day, for which i waited,
Her passion and love were on full bloom,
And so was the animal inside me!
All set i was, to devour this angel,
Take away in one mighty blow,
All the little bottles of fragrant dreams!
With which, she decorated her private bliss..
Aah! I did something more than nasty,
The devils were smiling and enjoying!
I made her drink something intoxicating,
Taking away the little of sense she had left,
Making her, helplessly, fall into my arms!
Slave of my desires? No i was not!
I willfully let my animal go amok,
The More and more, I fed it with,
Dreams, broken bangles, tears and cries..
The mightier this mammoth was getting inside me!
The angel without wings had fallen in devil's lap..
Who was ready to tear apart its world..
' I was six or seven i guess..'
She started to speak in sulk drenched voice..
'When that devil, robed in piety,
Came to acquaint me to God..
This man with angelic disposition.
Was supposed to teach me the book of Allah,
And enlighten my soul, brain and heart,
But body? Was it to be played with to illumine?
Book of God in my hands, and his hands scampishly wayward..
Daily he used to exploit both, my body, my beliefs..
So young and fragile, i was afraid to divulge,
But my damnation started at that tender age..'
I heard her speak and found me torpid,
Are we all animals, cloaked up as men?
'When i was fourteen' she continued to tell,
My uncle would pick me up from school..
I could easily climb up the bike, but that man,
He would always insist to lift me in his hands..
I could sense the villainy in his touch,
That made me so much repulsed that i trembled!
Why on earth would he touch me like this?
Where could i hide myself from this savage?
He would come to our house and i used to hide like a thief..
Dad please don't make me go with him!
I requested, pleaded, told my protector,
The reason? What could i say!
How could i ever explain to them?
Butterflies are always unsafest creatures!
And so are we angels on earth, always in peril..'
The devil in me fell on ground,
Chocked out dust, and tried to catch breath..
For the first time did, it happen in my life,
The ground of devil listened to the ground of an angel!
Even the hungry mammoth was sitting beside me,
Confounded, watching how angels fall..
(to be continued)
IQRA