Monologue continued, part 3. The conversation.

#poem #life  

part 1

story (peom) 1

part2

Transitory dimension, 2(poem) 

1.

Master I beseech give me a glimpse of my land.

Thy eyes can’t bear propensities of men and their whinges

I fear, your bounded here, vacuous soul

Your bound’s transitory, but I will make you see, 

Good soul, is this what you need? 

You are definitely the Most High.

2.

You prayed for this, this soul to connect

See, the ‘dark’ face, behind this masquerade

Now I cognise: The Almighty.

Why can’t people pensive?

Your everlasting eternal sovereignity.

This brethren, you lied, for: to your umblicus

Most Merciful, I yearn, thy refuge, I was vacuous.

My son, your left book is a blank paper

All Praise,  be on Thee, most Gracious

The Most Generous.

3.

The mishap and tyranny,

The hypocrites being worshipped

And truthful being deceived.

Oh My dear, they Willed, against themselves, 

the will for all mortals are free

Still forgetting, thy shall returneth to Thee

For their peccadillos, We forgive

They persistent obstinately in wicked supreme

They turned on themselves,

Disbelieving the heralds We sent

They forgot, about their resurrection,

And their penalty still to be paid, 

A penitentiary for them is prepared

And their skin to be burnt in fire, Supreme. 

Pictures abhi bake h mere dost.

(The story continues).

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Aquib Khan.

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