Hear My Call!

Hear My Call! short poem

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“What is truth? said jesting pilate, and would not stay for an answer.”
Bacon, my greetings I report, of his greatness though, he couldn’t be the cleanser”
Man never understands and accepts the sense revealed to him beforehand,
Experience, they said is the best teacher, but who want to be a secondhand?
They call God at times of agony but denounce him when in pleasure,
They say he exists not, even if he does, then in nature and at most, in leisure,
That, in the Sun, Moon, Stars, Trees, Water, a Cow or in human form they see God,
This idea I can’t conceive, I try to hear them out. But all I hear sounds just odd.
How can God be in any forms? For what benefit? Why can’t he be in his form of God?
If all these are him, then anything can be him, and anything is nothing – no God?
Science has disrupted our thought-process, Can we still think for ourselves?
Yay! and Nay! people are dispossessed, Ideas too many, so we kill ourselves?
If the sun, the moon, a sacred being or a source of milk can all be a deity,
Which should I love and obey for giving the rules of life? What deserves my piety?
I’ll like to ask, who created the sun and all that nature holds.
Is it by accident they exist or have someone created them? when the truth unfolds,
Falsehood perishes. Men of Intellect do ponder and reflect, for they don’t need to be told.
I see in them, beings whose brains think aptly and aren’t sold.
Think about the architect who designed nature!
And who has always been there to nurture!
O! MAN please hear my call!
Hear my call!

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Maa shaa Allah!wonderful and explanatory poem


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