In Infernal Tempest Poem by Mohammad Saif

In the deep infernal pit, Dante quails,
His flesh conflagrates, his brain ebbs and trails,
Melting through his nostrils, the agony reigns,
His heart cries out in dire, despairing strains.
Beatrice, his beloved, he seeks in vain,
Her presence but a memory, a long-lost bane,
His eyes, once bright, now glazed in feverish pain,
Despairing, wishing he had not been so profane.
If only he had believed in God's divine,
His soul could have been saved from this fiery brine,
But alas, he rejected the path so divine,
Now he suffers, begging for a pardon, a sign.
Amidst the flames, his body and soul doth rot,
As the eternal punishment is his lot,
Dante regrets his sins, his heart aching and fraught,
In the inferno, his spirit is forever caught.