Salvation, An Idealised Concept Poem by Mohammad Younus

Salvation, an idealized concept,
Born of ancient suffering,
A reaction to the depths of our pain—
A desperate yearning for release,
A vision sculpted to shield us
From the weight of human misery,
An image we clutch when we falter,
When we fall into the cracks and crevices
Of our fragile bodies, fragmented minds,
And the endless ache of our souls.

In our frustration and helplessness,
We reach out for a flicker of hope—
An image, a savior, a voice to intercede,
Someone to act while we remain frozen,
Immobile in our wait for deliverance.

The mirage on the horizon rises,
A shimmering illusion spun from belief,
A creation born of collective need,
A promise of salvation from unseen forces—
Beings dead and buried, their voices stilled,
Yet still, we bow in reverence,
To shrines and relics of forgotten gods,
Worshipping shadows that flicker
In the depths of our own projections,
As we hope, we believe,
That they might sway a lifeless god
To hear our cries.

And the ignorant, driven by blind superstition,
Chase after the dream of salvation,
Convinced their freedom lies only in intervention,
That without it, they would remain shackled
To the chains of their own fears.
So they lend their eyes, their hearts, their minds
To false gods, unknowingly blocking the light—
Deaf to the whisper of truth
That lies within, that calls for awakening.

And in the end, we are lost,
Not in the world outside,
But in the mist of our own illusions,
Trapped by the very belief
That salvation must come from without,
When it is we who must awaken
And find our way back to the light
That has always been ours.

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