The Poetry House(01) Poem by Russell Ashequi

Prince Noor, a son of light is the Avatar of a new age. He sees with foresight, all men of his janmamati, in the true sense of the term, are really fortunate. In the atmosphere of six seasons, Nature, giving them inexhaustible wealth, has coexisted them to the Heaven. But men, one to another, are engaged into an endless quarrel and collision, and shattered with unfaith and un-love. As a result of which the heaven-like-earth has transformed into a hell. And sees more, all the evil powers of the universe are organized and present in the greedy and incestuous men, and the noble powers are scattered and separated, moistened in one's own weeping.

To get salvation from this humane hard times and misfortune, all the great and noble hearts of the mystic world are praying to the Creator for Prince Noor, and by the concealed order, informing the summons of steping like the heroes.

Thus by ongkar after ongkar nirvana after nirvana
prayer after prayer love and virtue, Prince Noor, against all injustice oppression misdeed persecution and adultery, at transformed work-line, is creating a new code of life, where an individual means power and power is speed, of which combination in society state and in the world peace and humanity will be established. In the life of each individual rights and safety will return]

The very Prince Noor on the mirror of janmamati
Is expressing his confession and a true statement:


Ignorant farmer I am and have plunged into clay
pulling the alluvium of clay I have smeared
at my hand and say
You are my Ishwar. Tell, I shall grow
what you order to do...
I say, I am blind. where is the place
from which I see or wherein I am?
Father says, tear the black curtain
see to the infinite—insight will be flourished
I have said, Deham? Father has shaken his head.
Going to him who chases after the inner...