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ONLY GOD IS THE GREATEST
Even Jesus Christ
A messenger of God Almighty
Did not claim he was "great".
Nor did Moses claim this "greatness"
When he led the Children of Israel
From Egypt past the Red Sea
By splitting it apart with a throw of his staff
After God Almighty commanded him to do so.
We and great?
Invisible sperms and eggs
Millions, fighting inside tubes and wombs
To become a being?
Are we great?
We, who cannot control anything
Inside and outside God's vast universe?
We, who cannot even save a baby gasping for breath
And dying in its young mother's arms?
Are we really great?
Just because of the materialistic progress
And prosperity that surrounds us?
Makes us look so much 'great'?
Johnathan Swift's one "Brobdingnagian"
Would have crumpled us all
Along with our so-called stone structures
Towering above us.
We -- are we really great?
We, who could not even foresee or prevent
The destruction of New York's Twin Towers
And we, who also showed our insect-like apathy
By just watching the death of millions of innocents
Glued to our television and movie screens?
'Rejoicing' and finding it 'emotionally exhilarating'
Just like the feeling induced in the blood
Of Greeks and Romans
Who watched gladiatorial sports
In arenas that still smell of death and gore?
We and great?
We?
Who destroyed Nagasaki and Hiroshima
And watched helplessly
As the Nazi Hitler killed six million Jews?
Great?
Really?
We were but silent spectators
That witnessed the catastrophes of Vietnam and Bosnia...
Has our venturing out into space helped us
In saving the wars and calamities around us
In the form of wars, battles, murders, rapes
Incest, diseases as dangerous as AIDS
And the burning up of the ozone layer?
And causing Tsunamis and greater havoc?
Are we really great?
Why then are the rich getting richer
And the poor poorer?
And in the meantime the suffering working ones
Sign a suicide pact with inevitable death
For want of proper health and medical care
And proper nutrition?
Draw nearer and nearer to death
With the loss of mortal powers?
And why is famine and starvation so widespread
On this earth of ours?
Great and we?
Really?
We, who cannot even prevent our own decay
Of mental, physical and spiritual stagnation?
As we slowly but surely
Wither into nothingness
Once the 'spirit' of life
"Breathed" into ancestors by God Himself
Does not hold the power or sway
To return back to the bones, skin and flesh
Once described as our bodies.
Are we really great?
Without the miraculous power of God's "spirit" inside us?
The "breath of life", the "soul"
That was first breathed into our Father Adam and Mother Eve
Before we were even named as human beings?
The first "man" and the first "woman"
In the Garden of Paradise?
And do we remain great?
When that very "spirit of life and strength"
"Breathed" into us by our God Almighty
is taken back and the our power to inhale fails?
And our remains made from dust and other matter
Are returned back to whence they came from?
Great?
You make me laugh!
For nobody or nothing is great
Except God Almighty -- the Greatest
God, the Greatest He is,
The ever-living and the eternal.
The unseen light of the heavens and the earth
And the Lord God of them all
The Creator of everything in this universe
And the giver of LIFE and DEATH.
Can we become anything if we masturbate and throw our spill
Onto a dying piece of earth
Or a dirty sheet of a creaking bed?
Or ashamed of our own deed
Dry it up in our undies?
Or dispose of it inside a "safety condom"?
Can that fluid of ours become a living being ever?
Without God Almighty's commands, schemes and laws
And His calculated functioning of everything
In and around the cosmos
And even inside the deepest of oceans
And the still undiscovered, planets, moons and stars,
And the still unexplored galaxies hovering overheard?
What about matter and anti-matter,
The visible and the invisible?
Do we in truth know the reality of everything?
When we cannot even comprehend the actuality of our own selves?
And yet "greatness" becomes a term
Which we, the frail and fragile human beings
Love to "thrust" upon ourselves.
No fellow poetess,
I do not agree with you,
For logic does not support your poetical inclinations
Or flights of fanciful hallucinations
That make you burst out that
You are "great".
Nothing comes out of nothing, O my dear fellow poetess
So matter without God's "spirit" breathed inside it
Cannot ever become "living" nor can it sustain itself
All on its own, without food, drink and air.
It is "dead and lifeless" without God's Spirit
Blessedly "breathed" into it.
By our most merciful Creator.
Yes, we are nowhere near the greatness
Which, you proclaim, in your verses.
For: "From God we come and to God we return".
We on our own are nothing,
Simply nothing...
No, no, no,
O my dear fellow poetess
I AM NOT GREAT.
Nor is anybody or anything else is
Or can logically claim itself to be.
Except God Almighty
The Alive, the Eternal
The One without any equal
Consort, partner or son.
The real Lord of the universe.
Ever self-subsisting
Not needing anything to survive,
No food, no water, no drink or air
God Almighty is Purity and far higher and fine
Than what we try to make of Him.
Yes, it is not we petty humans
But only God Almighty
Whom I call "Great"
Every creation proclaims:
"Only God is the Greatest."
And we are living in chaos
And white darkness
For having given up our hope
In our Lord God's divine mercies.
Me a sperm-made creature
And you an egg-fused one,
Cannot be the One
Or even fool ourselves into believing
As the One God
The Almighty, the Greatest.
I am not a prophet
A saint or a Sufi
But I can stand beside an ocean
And realise my own unworthiness.
What am I without the ocean?
A mere droplet of evaporating water?
And the more I ponder on truth,
The more do the droplets scattered around me say:
That there is no god but the undying True One
And that only He is the Greatest.
