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Death Of A Belief

Contributed by shahan on Saturday, 17th April 2004 @ 02:23:59 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Midnight it was.
Darkness prevailed and
All of a sudden, the yelling dog
Pierced the silence of night.
Was he sleeping?
Enjoying a dream?
He did not know.
The sudden crash at his window
Woke him up.
He heard a noise,
(Not too loud, still very deep)
“ Stand up, dear boy,
and bow! Coz before you
is standing our God.�
He was shattered.
( Also annoyed may be)
He looked up and
Saw in front of him
The portrait of an elderly man.
He was old, calm and quiet.
All the beauty of the world,
Hangs round his face.
He said, with a trembling voice,
“You are God!�
(The tone was not so surprised,
Just like standing in frond of the reality,
And try to deny it)
God smiled.
With love in his eyes,
He looked at the young boy.
Then a change occurred.
A rage was created in the voice
Of the boy.
“You have to answer me.�
In an angry tone,
He started,
“You love to play with man, aren’t you?�
God said nothing.
Only a shade of love touched his eyes.
“Tell me, sir, do you really love the truth?
Do you really care for the good?
Do you really have any power to judge anything?
Why the fire of hell has to wait forever?
Why you fear to touch the guilt?
Why love end in sheer hatred?
Why sir, why…why…why…?�
The boy could not say more.
Teardrops touched his word.
Still God was silent.
Maybe at that time,
He became a true politician.
( We all are simple man, aren’t we)
Just one of his hands spread into the air.
May be he was saying that
He would look after everything.
He would take every possible measure.
Then the boy described his sadness.
( Sorry readers, too private,
We cannot hear that)
Did God pay any attention?
We do not know.
And then he disappeared.
The boy remained in a dreamy world.
Then,
Days, months, years passed by.
Still no touch of peace appeared
In this planet named earth.
The boy hoped and hoped.
Still his life became boring and tedious.
One day,
Like the sunlight,
Truth expressed herself.
Indeed, God is deaf and dumb.





Copyright © shahan ... [ 2004-04-17 14:23:59]
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Re: Death Of A Belief (User Rating: 1 )
by Mortis-Dark on Saturday, 17th April 2004 @ 04:25:17 PM AEST
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Great write :D. Although you may offend some chirstians with this one. But still art is art and this was poetic justice just waiting to deploy. Good Job.

(V)ortis-Dark




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