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 .