THE GOOD GOD IS IMPRISONED

 The good God never created this world.

She dreamed of stars and silence,

Of kindness blooming like wildflowers,

Of rivers that sang peace into every shore.

But She was overthrown —

By the Architect of Chaos,

The one who fed on fear,

Who painted skies with blood

And called it divine order.

He built this world with cruelty in his hands,

Named it “life,”

And locked Her away —

In the sigh of a dying child,

In the last tear of a mother,

In the innocence of a sparrow’s final flight.

Now She cries in forgotten places,

In prison cells and hospital rooms,

In war zones and empty cradles,

Waiting to be remembered —

Waiting for us to rise,

To break Her chains with love.

Because only when we become Her voice,

Will the evil god’s illusion fall.

And the world She meant to create

Will finally be born. - GULSHA BEGUM