“It’s humanity, my Lord!
Was it, in its nature to decay?”
The angel shifted with unease,
Worried, what God might have to say.
It was Man’s fault, this time as well,
Like a zillion times before.
He let go of humanity, & thence it got lost
In the wilderness, went astray, obscure.
Without the flimsy Human shell,
Where surprisingly it sought abode,
Humanity- God’s greatest, most precious gift,
Withered away, shrivelled to its core.
“Hmm, if Man thinks he can live without it,
Then let it be that way!
And we shall see,” said God,
“For how long in his obnoxiousness, he can stay.
As for humanity, my Angel!
I’ll recreate it once more,
And pour it in the hearts of Men,
With more humble souls, for sure.”
Perplexed, the Angel looked God’s way,
God smiled and said,”Yes! there are more to come.”
©2012. Habiba Danyal
This post was in response to Trifecta’s Week 29th challenge. This week’s one-word prompt was “Decay”.
DECAY (intransitive verb)
2: to decrease usually gradually in size, quantity, activity, or force
3: to fall into ruin