by Azly Rahman
Was I ever told of a paradise that once embodied me
of flowing rivers of a thousand amazons
in which the soul was embodied not by the flesh and blood
of a womb of love
why was I not told of a place I once knew
where sin is not yet a chess game of salvation
of a tedious argument between humanity and the almighty
Why was I not told of such a paradise?
Why was I told of a paradise of a time I cannot remember
of one where pomegranates they say are the seeds of the sins of Man
And old women and snakes as temptress like a set of tedious arguments creep upon my soul and eat out of its flesh
Ready I am to be expunged out of this paradise
With a soul as bruised as a apple gnawed by the worms of eternity
Why was I not told about my conditioned in such a paradise?
They said paradise is lost
They said paradise regained
Why should I not create one
Closer to my heart’s desire?
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