Poetry

A Hopeful Vision... 

I see a time between the times

When the world’s thinking rhymes,

 

I see the people are happy

Children don’t find things creepy,

 

I see the smiles on faces

They are pure with no hidden cases,

 

I see the eyes shining

And watch the hands joining,

 

I see the blushing cheeks

Worry don’t touch them and freaks,

 

I see the lips glowing

Their laughers are mind blowing,

 

I see the figures are healthy

Everyone’s enjoying and wealthy,

 

I see the love not strays

The people are breathing in its rays,

I see the houses are bright

Make sense that everything’s right…

  

Who Am I??

Who am I?

Just a piece of string,

Nothing who tries to do,

Nothing who wants to think..

The place where I stay,

I look just like clay,

Don’t know what I’d say,

A slave or a king?

Who am I?

Just a piece of string,

On what I should ponder,

Everything around is wonder,

Is there someone for me,

Even not a bird to sing?

Who am I?

Just a piece of string,

Evils around me always,

I’m a person who, ever says,

Oh devils! Don’t come to me,

I’m enough for me to sting…

Who am I?

Just a piece of string,

No needs of health I have,

No charms of wealth I have,

The things wanted, I’ll get,

By His grace and nothing…

Who am I?

Just a piece of string,

To Allah I beg pardon,

For turning fleshy heart harden,

Not going to the feats back,

For His grace I must cling…

Who am I?

Just a piece of string,

Nothing who tries to do,

Nothing who wants to think..