The Son of God

From the depths of the earth, 

Like a phoenix, he rose,

The progeny of God thus born,

Was To bring chaos to a close

His fate was written, 

Just as of those whose lives he would change,

The realm was wasted, its people led astray,

He was the one to help them find their way

He took the shape of a mortal,

To blend in seamlessly,

The oblivious natives, whose souls were lost,

Went on with their lives dreamlessly

They failed to reckon the birth of their saviour,

So lost they were leading futile lives,

Abandoning faith and kindness, instead,

Greed and vanity ruled their minds

Accepted into a family that faced perils every day,

He quickly learnt how mortals lived,

Their hunger for more was the cause of their pain

The less they had, the more they were shamed

He knew his purpose well, 

And he got to work,

The desire in his heart,

Acted as a muse for his artwork

With a wide smile on his face,

Symbolic of him,

He swept away the labours of his family,

As a gift to them 

When the world considered him as a discarded offspring,

They accommodated him without any attached strings

His parents and his siblings became the first of many,

To preach his way to those running after pennies,

Families upon families came to him for guidance,

His message of austerity touched their senses

Forsake wants and longings,

Leave behind your dreams of being better than everyone,

You are unique, you are different, Money defines you not,

Life is not a competition; it is a blessing and not a thing to shun

Masses ate up what he claimed; they stopped living in perpetual agony,

Dreams filled their sleep again, passions filled their souls,

Farmers became artists and warriors became singers,

The son of God never once left them wanting for more

The sins of the world were washed,

And all were satisfied,

The devil amongst them though,

Had not yet died

His father and also the father of all,

Had yet again hurt his pride,

This time it felt as if,

His frightful end was nigh

He played his last card,

In desperation more than anything else,

The son of God was a man,

And every man had that same weakness

She came to him on a sunny morning,

Flaunting her curvaceous body innocently,

She smiled at him and spoke softly,

The sound of her voice awoke an animal in him vigorously

Her eyes, her lashes, her lips and her skin,

Titillated him intensely, just like a hungry bee to a flower,

Never once had he realised the craving he now had,

Oh! He would give it all for her, in less than an hour

She flirted and flattered him all week long,

At the end of which, he had to admit, he was in love,

All he desired now was her and her alone,

The purpose he was born with was forgotten, as push had come to shove

Desire without a purpose is an ambition without a heading, but,

A purpose without desire is like a body without spirit,

For though our protagonist was born with a destiny,

His desires were now attuned to another, 

In lust for the devil’s beauty,

Even the son of God had proven to be wanting

Seeing their khudah fall,

The people resumed to their old ways,

For without their shepherd,

The sheep will stray

What happened to God’s son, no one knew,

In all probability, he led a wonderful life, as a remembrance of his father’s failure,

For the devil is known to be cruel and sadistic,

This victory granted him an upper over the creator