Buried Alive Part Ii Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Then I saw two angels in the grave,
They informed me,
I was under arrest and would face a trial,
And would be produced,
Before the court of divine law,
On the day proceeding,
What could I do?
Just waiting and waiting.

The grave was dark and suffocating,
I could not sit just lying on the clay,
I found myself now capable,
Of crying and praying,
Tears came in my eyes,
And I said my Lord!
Are my sins greater than your mercy?
Am I a man so much bad?

Can't you forgive?
I am buried alive,
I then fell unconscious,
When came in my senses,
Saw the angels again,
With a handsome man,
Having face so graceful,
He is your advocate Samuel Taylor Coleridge,

The angels left us alone,
To discuss the case,
Coleridge told me,
You need not worry,
Charges against you,
Are weak and feeble,
The prosecution has no witness,
Other than you.

After some time I was produced,
Before the divine court,
And the trial started,
I saw the prosecutor,
And I was surprised,
It was no one else,
It was me only me.
He read the charges.

My Lord then asked me,
Do you plea guilty?
Yes My Lord, I plea guilty,
The accused has pleaded guilty,
Coleridge stood and bowed his head,
My Honorable Lord the accused has faced,
A painful experience, he was buried alive,
He is no more normal.

Coleridge requested the Honorable Court,
To allow to defend,
The accused in the name of justice,
My Lord, so kind, allowed proceedings,
The prosecutor started presenting his case,
The first witness were my eyes,
They narrated the sins I did with my eyes,
Your witness said the prosecutor,

Coleridge stood and said, 'No questions.'
The second witness were my ears,
They narrated the sins I did with my ears,
Your witness said the prosecutor,
Coleridge said again, 'No questions My Lord.'
The third witness my tongue like a snake,
Narrated my sins I did with my tongue.
Again no cross examination by my council.

One by one all parts of my body,
Stated my sins I did by them,
For their pleasure,
For their joy,
All against me,
I loved them so much,
They never hesitated,
Whatever were the sins.

The final witness was my soul,
And the soul described my sinful thoughts,
Coleridge desired to cross examine,
The final witness.
And he asked the soul,
Did the accused was happy with the sins?
No he was not.
He regretted his sins, yes regretted.

.
Did he believe in love, peace and coexistence?
Yes he believed.
Did he something for the three?
Yes, he wrote poems to promote all,
That's all, my Lord.
No need of any witness,
For the defense,
At the moment his bail is to be considered.

The Divine Law states,
If one regrets his sins and is unhappy with it,
He will be forgiven.
The accused may kindly be granted the bail,
Already applied.
Bail granted,
Said My Lord,
Till the Judgment Day.

I was brought back to the grave,
I noticed a light and heard a voice,
Come for the prayer,
Come for welfare,
Prayer is better than sleep,
God is greatest of all,
And none is the master other than Him.
My wife was asking me to get up.