Redemption Poem by Nafisa SB

Man
Is a microcosm
A molecule
A mere atom
And at times -
a naive fool

A little earthling
With mundane joys
Constant chatter
And
Glittering smiles

Master of land
He calls himself
Hero at sea
He
Deems himself

He is
Dust of the air
Drop in a pool
A constant breaker
Of the Golden rule

Yet
He has a mind
And he has a will
That he can use
To stop ill- will

And if
Only he were
To use it well
What wonders to us
Then time can tell

So let us strive
For our redemption
And attain it
With
Due devotion

For only then
Will we really be
The men of honor
That God
Meant us to be.