Mercy Poem by Moh Ishu

Divinity puts forth its quality
Twice blessed, to him who gives and takes
Within the white depths, lies its tranquillity
Sought after by lives at stake.
Make haste for the heart bleeds
The beauty of law, absent when in need
Time for its compassion, when predicted by astrology
Turns the gazer into his grave—
Punished will they be for incessant hassle
With no hassock to comfort the pain
Still living through, is the woman with her partner
Though a fornicator he is—by her well-known;
Bereaved on his eternal sleep, yet
Happy will she be—but
Bears up now with a bleeding heart
Oozing with incessant mercy.
The sinner is ‘impugned', to truth he concedes
His life now a concession—every breath yearns for condone
The sweat of his brow, every dropp of his blood;
Will forever haunt the puddle of compassion,
The fragments of our inhumane ocean
His escapade—a mistake it is
Enunciations of dogma at the bench
If only a chance be taken;
Some breather for a different start—
A little mercy from our part
By which his vows to change,
Thou can truly envisage.