Your nurturing touch,
It blooms all of existence.
From the depths of hell to the highest heaven,
your light penetrates the darkest walls.
If ever you will, destruction shall reign.
Yet unto us do you not inflict direct pain.
Or is it…
This is not the God we know.
I speaketh of another who too holds power over us.
He with the mask painted cunningly green.
Too much I trusted him
and caused my own misery.
Do not begrudge me this opportunity to save,
the opportunity to save you from his captivity.
Green is he to disguise himself as God,
the God who promises eternity.
Green is he to thieve you of your happiness.
If only you knew, that he is I
perceived from everyone’s subconscious.
Laeeq is a student, 16 years of age
Poetry is one of his many great passions
All of his poetic pieces come from deep down, from the darkest parts of his soul
His every word, expressed in great complexity