Life seems eternal, life is sweet
Thank You Dear God for this lovely treat
The mind of man, has been put to use
There are distractions, one cannot refuse
Shopping malls, Discos and Leisure centres galore
T.V,Cinemas, Movies as never before
The pursuit of flesh and an unquenchable lust
Devious desires and immorality labelled as just
The love of this world, to it, makes us cling
Dance with with joy and merrily sing
Moving farther and farther away from the task
A question seldom anyone does ask
We drifted from the path, somewhere, cannot recall
Lost in the beauty of this world, and bound to fall
From the promised heights of glory
Such is our life, such our story
The poet, my closest human friend in these dreaded times, has tried to inspire the 'unattainable heights' through his passionate and emotional poem.
However, I would like to refer the Sura-e-Teen to him, which says "We created Man in the best of moulds/Then reduced him to the lowest low...save those who do good works..."
ONLY MISFITS -- LIKE ME AND YOU -- FIT IN THIS CATEGORY. For further elaboration I would like my friend to ponder on Mirza Ghalib's unforgettable : "NAA THAA KUCH TOU KHUDA THAA/KUCH NA HOTA TOU KHUDA HOTA...DUBAAYA MUJHKO HONE NE/ NAA HOTA MEIN TOU KYA HOTA....
KYA HOTE? BATAO?