Hell. And. Heaven Poem by Mohammad Younus

Hell. And. Heaven



God created me for the earth,
Where nothing is so perfect,
Where a thing falls and, then, stands again,
Where a thing stands and, then, falls again,
Death after life, life after death,
Like the trees that die in winter,
Coming to life in spring again,
A thing may disappear for a moment,
But, never in extinction does it go
The rivers, brooks, fountains and waters flow on,
But, never, return to their original font;
They have naught a separate font,
They hasten on to move on their circular path,
The wider they flow and spread,
And make a pattern on the earth's face,
The more openly do they assure,
That circular in nature they are,
The process will continue until the last day,
I wonder to see this resurrection,
Veiled by the unseen in His cloak
As God's beauty manifests, I see,
The two worlds, in truth, are the same
Where God manifests His face,
My paradise there exists wallāh,
Where God conceals His face,
My hell there exists billāh

Mykoul

Hell. And. Heaven
Friday, January 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical
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