Even in spring and summer
some trees remain as they were
in autumn and winter
shouldn't this make us quietly ponder?
Some prodigies leave us lamenting
with their art-works and singing
some worn-out souls keep toiling
and nothing mixes with nothing!
At the graveyard I sit and see
the shadows darkening with glee
as night sets in and everyone goes
Leaving their "loved ones" lonely!
Ha! This is all that this world is
a bar of false joys' fantasy!
Well, I have found my path, it's good:
I must rush to my Beloved Almighty.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on May 12, 2011. All copyrights of poems posted on this website owned by the author.