Soul Is The Seed, God The Flower Poem by Nazmul Haque

O my restless soul,
you have travelled eight million times
the painful ways of life to death,
to find the measured land,
the body of the man.

Why did you let such human earth
turn to wasteland?
Cultivated, it could have yielded
a harvest of gold.

Take up, my heart, the spade of devotion,
wipe out the weeds of sin;
the seed of faith will grow.
Just destroy obstacles-
If you remove hate,
love starts flowing.
Just remove the hate within,
and you will see love streaming.
Remove the negative,
and the positive starts unfolding itself.
Take up, my heart, the spade of devotion,
wrench out the weeds of sin;
the seed of faith will grow.

You are carrying the seed within,
It is already treasured up
in the deepest core of your being,
waiting and waiting and waiting
to be sprout out...
You are the seed and
God is going to be the flower
out of this seed.