An Innocent Soul Poem by Abu Sufian

The world is corrupted,
Stained in every nook and cranny
Things Fall Apart and razed.
People are Waiting for Godot,
Humanity being captivated in the Heart of Darkness.
Life is brimful with Pride and Prejudice,
The world is merely becoming The Waste Land
The universe around seems both The Beautiful and Damned.

Beyond the Horizon of humanity and morality,
There is a skull of the dead cosmos.
Human rights are slaughtered like ‘Shooting an Elephant’,
Then marching the dark move to Long Day’s Journey into Night.

In the midst of all this anarchy and spoils,
Far From the Madding Crowd,
There is a soul, an innocent presence—a vindicated being,
When she goes across; The Grass is Singing.
But now is to leave the grasses with the dew drops at dawn.

Now is to fly the ocean over, to reach an Island,
To walk ‘The Road Not Taken’.
Leaving behind all cherished memories,
Leaving them as Adam leaves the Paradise,
As if she witnesses another Paradise Lost.

Without you, every blade of grasses will weep,
So do the waving water, the crazy rain and the high erecting hills.
The singing birds will be melancholic in tune,
Cause, save you, all these are half-finished.


Note: The poem is published at a Magazine titled 'Clairvoyance' which is published from Department of English's language club of International Islamic University Malaysia on November,2015.