Shahzia Batool

Freshman - 728 Points (Pakistan)

I Say... No! - Poem by Shahzia Batool

Since the First Fratricide
Till the last homicide
The drama of civilization is a mock;

At the site of killing
Even the wrens stop singing
But we continue to dance and rock;

I was gifted with the free-will
Which I continue to misuse still
An apple forbidden, plucked, is daily added to my stock;

Though as an unwilling subject to Satan’s lobby
Losing paradise is my unsanctioned hobby
Forgetting that I was a bird of a saintly flock;

Hearing inside the scary din
Watching the pageant of the deadly sins
The joint-inheritor of the Original Sin
Despite the fight seems hard to win
At my daily fall the devil grins;

Yet from the heart I hear insistence
Help me Lord to put up resistance
Life’s a Gift not a Crime of Existence;

I say NO to the deadly deal
Pour Your Grace and break my seal
As where’s the wound which YOU can’t heal?


Comments about I Say... No! by Shahzia Batool

  • Veteran Poet - 1,182 Points Unwritten Soul (4/14/2014 10:03:00 AM)

    Yes may make people smile happiness
    BUT
    No is important sometimes
    AND
    That's wht NO word was created..
    it for to be used when it should_Soul (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,266 Points Valerie Dohren (4/13/2014 2:58:00 PM)

    Having taken a bite of the apple, it sticks in the throat of mankind - thought-provoking write Shahzia. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,229 Points Thomas A Robinson (4/13/2014 6:08:00 AM)

    As we were born now into sin
    Before we have a chance to learn , to win.
    The Devil has us in clinched fist
    He squeses so tight we can't resist.
    Our only option is to God we call
    Save us by forgivness one and all
    And out love God strikes the hand
    of the evil one that rules the land
    Release my children is my word
    That's not all it's my command (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,539 Points Ken E Hall (4/13/2014 2:20:00 AM)

    Sad look at life as it is by a fine write of caring...all we can do is shield our families with the belief of God...regards (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,442 Points Amitava Sur (4/10/2014 6:04:00 AM)

    A vivid detailing of a fearsome scene as what is happening around us, very undesired but but occurs often....... hence the pure soul's ardent prayer for the end of these brutalities. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 118 Points Yash Shinde (4/8/2014 11:43:00 PM)

    Our soulful pleas.will eventually help us get out of filth and help us ascend to the heaven of freedom.........lovely beautiful write..... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/4/2014 3:02:00 AM)

    A complete painting From Eden to Earth..Mother Hawwa ate the fruit and both Adam and hawwa shown the the door to earth with Satan /Cain killed Abel/ Lust of power existed/ still we are on the same path going more and more under the darkness ..... lovely interesting with universal message // Still we are breaking the laws and knowingly or unknowingly eating the forbidden fruit and trying to destroy / a self destructive entity; the human being thanks... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,160 Points Xelam Kan (4/4/2014 1:11:00 AM)

    i would like to invite your interest to the same composition of mine titled as 'Exodus'
    both poem has addressed the culture's sterility of Modernism. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Hina Narjis (4/3/2014 8:36:00 PM)

    The drama of civilization is a mock;
    .
    An apple forbidden, plucked, is daily added to my stock;
    .
    Losing paradise is my unsanctioned hobby
    .
    Despite the fight seems hard to win
    At my daily fall the devil grins;
    .
    Life’s a Gift not a Crime of Existence;
    .
    and last stanza is the most powerful one...u very beautifully worded the war btw wickedness n righteousness going on within us 27/7 (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 20,480 Points Valsa George (4/3/2014 6:33:00 AM)

    Help me Lord to put up resistance
    Life’s a Gift not a Crime of Existence;

    Each time we fall into the mire of filth, a prayer from the inner core of our heart rises like coils of smoke of incense from a censer! If there is God's grace, we will be able to brave any storm.....! Great write Shahzia! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 558 Points Tribhawan Kaul (4/3/2014 2:18:00 AM)

    I say NO to the deadly deal
    Pour Your Grace and break my seal
    As where’s the wound which YOU can’t heal? ......you said it all in this concluding stanza. However the crime will remain one the evils in the society and can not be wishes away. Eloquent penning. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,485 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (4/2/2014 9:57:00 PM)

    Life’s a Gift not a Crime of Existence. Violence in the world is totally undesirable and is avoidable. Hope the realization will come soon. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 144 Points Muhammad Ali (4/2/2014 12:42:00 PM)

    Aapi, It is more than just a poem, as my heart feel. I think, it is not you who create this, but it was over flowed when unbearable. May Allah bless us. Ameen. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,633 Points Ramesh Rai (4/1/2014 8:48:00 AM)

    Since the creation we are committing mistake right from Adam and Eve. Subsequenly losing parsdise has become our unsanctioned hobby. we are repeating and repenting. But the grace of Almighty is always to heal our wound.10++++ (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,953 Points Brian Johnston (4/1/2014 1:02:00 AM)

    I believe....
    The grace is already poured,
    The devil's grip already broken,
    The wound you suffered only a memory,
    And you stand perfect, dressed in white,
    A picture of Grace given and received,
    Painted by the author of the universe. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,726 Points Dinesh Nair (3/31/2014 5:04:00 AM)

    From the heights of unreachable glory hidden by the clouds of inaction and indifference, , I am afraid He will whisper into ears none of the words of a redemption. But when the Poets of such angelic strata flop their wings in vain, a sweet song reverberates in our ears mortal and Moist. A fine write, Shahziaji. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014


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