Poem by Sehma Helaa
An ode to Ella
When is Blasphemy sweet ?
When Shams one day would Rumi meet ,
Hand in hand they plough the land .
They sow virtue and reap wheat.
They look for God in each heart,
Preach love and harmony ,
For in their realm ,hatred does never fit .
That ‘s when Blasphemy is sweet.
Hand in hand , soul in soul
They sprinkle mirth and furnish the earth ,
They thank God in every tweet
That ‘s when Blasphemy is sweet .
When Ella kicked her doom ,
The boiling broth , the bucket and the broom .
And out of despair ,craving for love yearning for care
She was hurt by her husband ‘s treachery ,
She headed to edit “sweet Blasphemy “
The book is a huge ship ,
And each sailor granted a tip .
The celestial swept her soul and hovered over the scene,
And Ella Stunned as she has never been ,
In Aziz ‘s passion she was eager to sail ,
For her husband’s love has no vail
She run towards Aziz ‘s kingdom ,
Bewildered by his knowledge and wisdom .
Marveling at his “ sweet Blasphmey “
And swimming in the spring of fantasy
From Sham ‘s rules she made a fleet
That’s when blasphemy is sweet .