IT IS WRITTEN

“It’s written,”

Whispered by heavens,

Murmured by earth,

By angels’ embrace

And demons’ mirth,

By clusters of stars

And dust in flow,

The candle’s warm glow

And moths who yearn

To show love.

All knew the truth:

It is written,

Well and sure,

Written long before.

But there stands a man,

Torn, angry, and bare,

Crafting his own plan,

Rebel against the decree,

Fed by God’s ink,

Digging holes to flee;

Mulling, he owns a better span.

Yet deep inside, he knows,

He hopes, and spoke

That he will yield

It very soon,

For all is writ,

And all is sealed.

Zubair Ahmad