Divinity Ring Poem by Aftab Alam

A last autumn leaf, pale and dry, fallen,
swinging and gliding, in the wind as
they carried lightly and gaily
like a palanquin bearer,
up to the brook at the feet of the mountain,
surrounded by shadowy beautiful trees
and finally dropped the leaf there,

Where an ant was playing a game
of life and death.

Ant rushed on the life boat with enchanting
and leaf whispered, ’Lord you ‘re great’
and happily greeted the ant,
‘sit in ease’
Slowly they reached at the bank of the brook
‘Thank you very much my savior’ said ant
Leaf thanked Lord and said I must say thanks to you
So as I chosen by Him to save,
Now I knew this:
Till there is life, death can’t sting
How beautiful is the divinity ring!

Suddenly a stone fallen on leaf
and turned to pieces; killed
Ant prostrated and whispered,
Lord Glory to be my Lord
“Thou Art Savior”