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Chaos from harmony,
From harmony to chaos;
entropy is a well-tutored student,
of everything defined as wrong
and put in a darker perspective
it is described as evil.
All the angels bowed before
my first ancestral father,
all, except one,
and he got a licence,
to trap, entice and destroy,
the best of creations!
Mother Eve and her mate,
Lose their purity,
And are disqualified from Eden.
Sent down to earth,
along with the foe in constant pursuit,
to do more and more mayhem,
along with his progeny and supporters.
O God, Lucifer keeps winning,
and all the guidance of your prophets,
saints, priests, sadhoos* and martyrs,
along with the scriptures
and numerous testaments,
are unable to save the children of him,
whom You 'created' with 'Your hands'!
Sin is glamourously scornful,
of all the goodness preached by prophets,
and even their life-examples
have becom subjects of ridicule and fun!
The unending canopy of Your kingdom,
Appears to be moving in accordance,
With Your finely calculated, minute precision.
Why then, O my Master Creator,
Must we be allowed to grow weaker and weaker,
chaotic ruin mongers,
and willful destroyers of the spirit,
Which You say, You "breathed" into Adam,
And through him and Eve, into us?
I and those like me are negligible in numbers,
and scattered here and there like fumblers,
who just cannot stop the fuss...
And one of the hells I see in Orion,
Seems like many -- our doomed perdition?
You, O most merciful and compassionate God,
I am consciously sure deep inside,
that You won't just stand beside,
And let the disobedient distracter,
Lead many, unaware and careless humans,
to the point of ruin and damnation.
Yet, I am baffled and wonder,
when will You make us the conquerors,
And strengthen us against the demons,
Lurking at every nook and corner,
And the dead ends of annihilation?
I long to see the misguiding tempters,
along with their seducing temptresses,
The incubuses and succubuses,
Fall and perish into disaster.
Equip me O my most loving Lord God,
You are the One who is the ruler,
And protector, guardian and saviour,
So did You promise to Noah,
Abraham, Moses, Jacob and Joseph,
Mary the Virgin and her son, the Christ,
And then Your final Messenger,
The "Mercy to all worlds" called Muhammad:
Your peace is upon all these "chosen"
The prophets, saints and their pious women.
What causes my heart to feel sadder
and sadder?
And what is the cause which makes me feel,
For my fellow men and women?
Pray I to You in utmost humility,
Why this burden? Why this burden!
Of bearing all that I happen to see and hear,
of evil getting hideously mightier,
With each passing moment of clockwise clatter?
Pray tell me why O my Lord God,
Your silence is, for me, a nerve wrencher!
I seek clues from the sky and the seas,
To find out a sign of hope,
The sign hinting about Your promise,
Of making my kind grow and increase,
And pave the path of return to the place,
Where You made the angels bow,
And acknowledge that we are superior.
I am still seeking and searching,
In the stillness of wakeful morning,
and waiting...very keenly waiting,
For Your response O You True King:
Please O my Allah, please, do answer....
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on April 30, 2011).