The Court Of Conscience Poem by Nazmul Haque

God gives you beauty,
And He gives me the thirst,
A strong desire takes me in
Just at the very first glance.

In my heart I unknowingly feel
The unspeakable desire,
Breaking the limit of all morals
I just want to see how it tastes.

Ya, to myself, I confess it,
The sin is committed
Deep within my heart
And the judgement takes place
In the court of my conscience.

Who is to blame then?

Firstly I blame myself,
I put myself
In the court of my conscience,
I feel the pain deep down my heart
as soon as I commit the sin.

Secondly, I blame beauty-
The sweet poison
that works softly but surely,
This poor little heart
has no power to stand
Against the call of beauty.

Thirdly, and mostly, I blame God.
On the one side
He sets the outstanding beauty,
On the other side
He sets the never-ending thirst,
And then puts the two sides together-
This is the way He likes to play the game.

Tell me, Oh God,
Can You blame ice,
If it melts down in touch of fire?