Confession
Oh my God! I am weak and fail,
In my wills to the beguiling Enemy,
Who tempts me against prohibitions,
Rides on my fragile heart and mind,
Shows me the path lusty poignant,
My defiant unbridled limbs
Break the defensive line of fence.
Oh my God! I am fallen into hands,
Wrong, deceitful and fraudulent,
So I can not win the battle so hard,
Though determined in vain thousand times,
To shun the Enemy, to prove my faith,
Bestow me the unflinching fortitude,
To wrestle against the Fake Omnipotent.
Oh my God! I corrupted myself,
While sinning more than the drops of rains,
Have poured down since beginning,
More than the stars and spaces stretched,
Yet I have faith in Kindness and Mercy,
Reserved infinitely bounteous for confesses.
Oh my God! I admit to be a derailed being,
He who confesses wrongs by own accord,
In the court of unforgiving Pricking Prince,
Provokes not wrath, invites redemption,
For behind it work love, fear and hope,
And not disgust, hatred and hostility.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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