The Flame Feeding - Poem by mohammed shaadab
Day commenced with a stunning treat of Christmas,
Gifts braedaning over the rich and poor,
Baleful clouds to arrive, how to be hoped.
The dusk faded night befalled.
It was the day with fullness,
But unknown star of life would onwendan today.
Night grew longer, with a smiling moon,
The mid of night began the early morning.
Everyone filled with meoeness of whole day,
Crushing the pillow, with comfort of sleep,
Dreaming about the mystery, forgetting the history.
Building an unreal conviction on time for a good morning.
But the tie of faith was smouldered with a spark,
The spark which made well of smoke from heavenly home,
Making lovely dreams into a nightmare of virtuality.
I heard buckle of door, banging so loud
As trumpets gusting on the salivation day.
It was the hint to losian the death.
I woke with laze,
To see who’s craze,
Banging at so deep night.
The laze awed with a sight of grim reaper,
He asked to leave not the soul,
But rest and whole.
I picked my tweets and
Packed a bit of worry and tense of life with a feared soul,
The bit was an ocean.
I ran for my life,
Everyone were cipher to each other,
For their life concerned, nor did I the same.
We lingered for hours together, looking the unknown fighting our lives,
They were not our neighbour, not relation of bond or blood,
But still they walked clasping their life on infolded palm for selfless beings.
Flame blowing up everything in its way,
Feeding its hunger through ours.
Many were in the arms of fire,
I could do something was to wait and gape at my no one dying,
They were no one but though their taken soul made pain in my melted heart.
The flame was in the corner of the circle,
It grew like the shedding water was a fuel.
We prayed for the milt of the unseen,
It was the last option remained to use it to save our self,
The pain of our lives was not ready to wrap up,
Allas the buzzing lips bailed someone out,
The punisher of descending god had left us.
We went baec to our altered hams,
After hours and a whole day,
Everything was fine as we left it, unkissed and untouched,
But turned to cinders of flame.
Still there were furry of flames,
Which made our beats fast.
Everyone moaned in agony for their loved once,
The suffer of my pain was also felt miles away,
Without a call of bad omen,
She called me, the one
Who gave me heart to love this loveless world with someone lovable.
She asked me ‘are you fine my little one’
I always replied ‘I am old enough now’
The argument about the little one was no more.
I doubt not on her love,
But the tears with a query shedding apart,
Dint till understand her.
Again made a faith on time for everything well, next
With a rising sun, hoped to bring a kit of happiness,
But still dint knew how much long it would last.
Allas we paid for our deeds,
Through the burnt flame,
But indeed human does not forstand everyone will suffer for their immoral acts,
and have to pay as flame or curse descended upon them before their soul leaves.
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