It was night , midnight
Sipping the orange squash
In white plastic glass , while ears are
Piercing the tick ticks of keystrokes
Of men and women
Yound and old
My head is loaded with
Insomniac grieve, And grief
Of doing thoughtless stroke
Pitied myself for my mediocrity
And made the global recession
As armour.
One similar tube lit night
I tipped the verna letters
Puttering it with medical form
Fingers are moving cunning fast
Eyes are fetching sinless letters
It read the people spans
Who lived and died
Between 1894-1955 then 1932-1992
And the list flows
Brain took the job of ciphering
On the epoch of age they lived
Their glorious life ,
But what I see is their birth and death
Between a hyphen of space
How silly is mankind
By turning into mire soil of minerals
Some were rich, some were poor,
Some were innocent , some were guilty
Some were happy , some were sad
Some were hard ,some were soft
Some were greed and some were mild
And now
No clues of their bragging charm
So much so that they weren’t inherited the globe
Aghast , they did not acknowledge
The purpose of their life
Lest they mesmerized by worldliness
Its now my turn
Not to stuck in number traffic
Without pondering
Like a donkey carrying 'The books'
No! I don’t want to be soh
O Lord let my conviction about truth
Spread my blood ,
Let it be my life, my breath
My thought.
O God, let it be as you commanded
I n the book, code of life,
'The Holy Quran'.
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