Heaven and hell remains on both sides of Time…
An ocean.
Which side is heaven? Here or on the other side?
Of this unchartered ocean of epoch, a riddle!
If humans were created by god, I have a question
For him to answer me truthfully!
“Why did you give this island of clay,
In the sea of poignant tears, to us in the Beginning?
If we were made by the Devil, let me ask him
Only once, a very pertinent information!
“What made you to come to heaven and offer us
A fruit, and tempt us to eat it; to throw us away.
Into this macabre ocean, of woes and grief? ”
We know, both of you will keep mute,
Because you never thought, humans
Are that adept, to adapt to this Mother Nature;
And question the purity of your intentions.
Instead you were making us guinea pigs,
For your amusement, and enjoyment.
And still your mirth continues, with a sinister look.
We toil, starve, weep, grope, curse and perish!
You have also become helpless like us, now…
Let us both look at each other and bemuse!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem