Absolution Poem by Usman Hanif

when the truth inside stops hindering
when the autumn trees stop withering
in the heart the silent bells toll
in the head, dark shadows crawl
God starts shutting the heaven's doors
and satan starts paying what it owes
the faith starts shedding like the tears
like the praying man's diminishing fears
the mind bluffs, the heart strucks
something bungs the painful ears
the fading hands play the rag doll
make it stand and let it fall
and what becomes of that forlorn man
who enters into the great satan's clan
so satisfied like free from any lapse

his innerself...

huh! what left to collapse
with an empty living corpse
and when God calls upon him
he refuses upto his will's brim
tries to cast out his own self
he doesnt know, the God within himself
with a cloth wrapped around his eyes
and staggering on a bridge of lies
head'n'heart fastened with no caption
to skip the right path's interception

and he doesn't know that one day
under the thick coat of clay
in front of God, the world far behind
the guilt, regret lost, he would find
and if he were to judge his verdict
what would he do, what to predict

to the hell?

all life for which he sowed
the seed of sin
the ultimate hell, which showed
trembling soul would be thrown
should any mercy be shown? ? ?
so why didn't he refuse that crowd
that mislead him, clear and loud
could his sighs retreive the past?
the pleasure, that passed, too fast

and all that punishment he deserves
for himself, he infers
and what would God do?
no idea, neither any clue

Do God has foes? ? ?

Why wouldn't He forgive him?
whilst he be sitting on the toes
with the guilty face's grim
angels standing at the gates
of heaven...

and the hell for him, which awaits

he's on the disposal of deeds...
and the mathematics of the deeds
who knows...
only the God knows...


(13-04-2007)