Oh Wise Man! Poem by Ayesha Riaz

Oh dear man, oh the wise,
The sincere,
The honest,
Why walk on the path,
Where a heap of lies is welcoming you?
Where the devil happily calls you,
Why let ourselves be caged,
Where we lose are inner self,
Why cry over thorns,
When they increase the hope in you,
To move on,
And fight back,
Why follow the path of sins,
Where truth never matters,
Where you are taken away from yourself,
In the devils own world,
And then regret later,
For your disgrace,
Has your soul ever thought?
What would you reply him?
When he'll ask you,
“You disagreed to follow my commands; you turned your back at the angels,
And you welcomed the devils,
Joining them happily; -
You never observed my miracles, you never tried to comprehend what I had given you, what I had blessed you,
You never read a single line from the holy book but you read many fictional texts and appreciated those writers,
Obeying them; -
With the respect you should have given me,
You cried for forgiveness,
Oh you fool; I knew what was there in your heart,
Only lust, for your work to be done,
And there you wandered off from the place,
Where you sat and prayed,
You soon became a sinner again, I forgave you, and you did the same mistakes again,
Walked on the same path but I still blessed you,
And then you became the devil's best friend, you no more asked for forgiveness,
You ceased in believing me, you soon became a drunkard,
You never thought about your lord but you followed the man made rules,
You believed in human rights and said you were a part of “humanism”,
All that you did, you said “That was what humanity said”,
You lost your inner self; you no more lived the life,
That I and the prophet had presented in front of you,
And then guided you many times,
Called you towards the step that would lead you to paradise,
And warned you about the thousand hidden steps,
That would lead you to Hell,
Your character was squeezed, broken you became,
Like a wrapper under feet,
And thrown in the garbage can,
You held your hands towards me,
And I held yours tightly,
So that you could get up back on your feet,
But I knew you held your hands not for forgiveness,
But for the luxury,
For the fame and prosperity,
For the same old life,
Telling people that you had realized your mistakes,
And that you were going to follow the right path now,
But you still repeated the same mistakes,
Disobeyed,
Disagreed,
Disrespected,
And said that: He’ll be happy, for I am a part of humanity!

Oh wise man you said you were a follower of humanism,
Never did your humanism taught you about the wrong and the right?
About love and peace,
About the giver,
And the taker,
You are proud of titling yourself as a humanitarian?
Of living a life of luxury and fame,
Of keeping hundred guards at your side,
Yet not a single one; honest to you,
Not a single one keeps his mind off from your money,
Never did your humanism taught you,
Who you are?
Why were you sent here?
What you should have done,
And what not?
How you should have lived?
How you should have acted?

Oh wise man,
Never did your humanism taught you,
What makes you- YOU? ”

Written on: 10/6/2011