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Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

A Beautiful Life Game


I was nowhere; neither was any trace of mine
In fact, in the lap of death, enjoying life pine
I never fled but throughout the life, I bleed
Still, enough blood is left, for peace to plead.

A skeleton clad with the flesh, by Lord’s grace
On this earth, enjoying with beauty of nature
With the ugliest thought and with hexed dress
If nature can’t be saved, can we preserve future?

“All those born will die”, death is not a surprise.
To die unknown and untraceable is not wise
Poverty not a hurdle but a lamp, on the way
“Poorly birth is not a crime but the death, I say.”

Whenever, trapped under the wave of the time
And there, none to help; I needed no Lord’s help,
I prayed for His strength, rhymed with His rhyme
“I will save myself, alone sufficient, without the yelp”

Lord created us from clot, taught to hold the pen
Teaches man that he knew not, ah! A lovely gain
Still, verily man is rebellious, for power and fame
We are inching to death, ” a beautiful life game”

Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 29, 2014

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I was sick but seeking the life, never feared, death is the natural phenomenon and we all have to face today or tomorrow. All trying to defeat the truth and Lo! Truth is undefeated.It is not a death game but a life game on the field of this mundane world, a beautiful ground and we are the most beautiful because beauty resides in the eyes of ours /Alas! We don’t observe the beautiful surrounding while on race to win. It is a pin, that pins into, my thought and mind and on my whole existence./ How negligent they are who away from the nature and its beauty? …yet we are worried to death, Isn’t a farce? How harsh they are!

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