How unrealistic it is to remain in darkness
How unsatisfied our soul yearns for deliverance
not from our incompetencies,
but a loose grip from the forces that withholds us
Ignorance has suddenly wrapped its ting strings over our necks
Nonchalance, glad and happy on his stance
How impatiently the All-knowing sits
arms crossed, waiting impatiently for the soul that needs all He has to offer…..
So narrow is the road to understanding
Tiny and faint is the line that leads to knowledge
Many even at the chance of acquiring just a little
toss the golden opportunity away, lying in waste
Still, the All-knowing graciously awaits
that same lost soul that desires to be found
Impiety finds its little way into their dwelling
They soon loose their desire for piety
Derailed by the beauty and savour of life
Forgotten it is their purpose in life
Their happy and insipid lust for enjoyment
is soon disrupted by a ravaging virus
Tiny, yet digs a large hole in their hearts
They panic in anguish and awe,
seeking the one that has been lying patiently wait
to reform their ripped souls
Kind and merciful He is, ready to receive their broken and contrite hearts
The All-knowing, the One above all
How sudden it came catching, merry men admits their pleasures
How unexpected it set its attack, so fast the people are shaky on their tracks
Slow and steady, it finds its way
Into the place of sapiens’ settlement
Now, caught in between the anvil and hammer
They have been caught in surprise
Tear-filled eyes, regretful tones.
Research comes up everyday
with certain orthodoxical fabrications,
set down to maintain the last hope they have
All ended up in shatters and despair.
What then will their belief amount to?
What importance has their insensible knowledge clung to?
Even the experienced and learned ones,
Clutch their teeths in fear and disbelief
Everyone lies in wait, to see to the end
what their impious life has caused them
They all lie in await,
Waiting for the outcome of their illogical acts.
© MeLange’s Diary