Poem by Sher Ali Khan
The Roots of Heaven
How worldly and elegant I am
I’m a fashionable man
Living in a box
Munching on fastfood
Hypnotized by television
How worldly and elegant I am
My culture and behaviour worthless
Living in resigned sterility
Like an artificially reared bird
Incapable of my own song
If I listen carefully
To a voice deep within
The voice of nature
I am ashamed
Then I feel in contradiction
To the mould I am
I want to eat the fruit
Of a tree I will plant
Whose roots are in heaven
With angels for birds
Divine juices trickling my chin
Crawl to the altar
Of respect for nature
That I am consoled
Having shared my fruit
With my neighbour
So much so , that I am not
Halfway between good and evil
In self serving hypocrisy
Having helped my neighbour
Also to plant a tree
A fruit tree
Fluttering with angels
With divine fruit
Because I know
The roots of heaven are on earth.
Copyright
@Sher Ali Khan
2019/02/26 .