Poetry

Noor Ahmad Rafi

He is kind, for the Creator gave limbs to all.

Cruel creation- used and abused-

Either made limp, or made to crash and fall.

Marvellous life- feels love, happiness, feels warmth and joy

At the hapless; sarcastic, cold and apathetic.

The Creator sees all- dilemmas made highly problematic.

Balance? You just ask for the blessing of mirage and mourning.

In the end, they shall be queued and dispersed.

From legacy to dust- the final dusk of the late dawn.

The first who came to be loved, was cast away-

He was Pride incarnate, paved the way to knowledge- enlightening.

But tell us- was what done a sin, or did he betray?

Freewill driven, or flawed; earthlings, confusing?

Simple minded elites- upon the tower of Babel they forged their beliefs,

One mind, one principle- yet they are enemies.

What promise of a simple harmony? Will I’srafil blow the Horn?

Knowing that truly and utterly- all hopes are gone?

From legacy to dust- the final dusk of the late dawn.

You, The Great One in heaven, Praise be unto You-

You, the master of disharmony, the lover of dispute.

You, who proclaimed that the company favoured will consist of few.

While timeless and mindless the creations are resolute-

Believers in ripping throats while reaping reputation.

Self-obsessed, disrespectful to the end- again constant repetition.

Forgive us all, oh Holy One! Oh heartless One- do not frown- yet!

There is much yet left, not all evil were tried and true.

From legacy to dust- the final dusk of the late dawn.