Everything Is Measured Poem by Aftab Alam

Everything is Measured


What's your height Aghaz, asked I?
To change his mind with shy

"Where is the measuring tape?
I will measure and then cater,
Let me search, it will be better, "

Oh! No, don't search,
Just tell me, without measuring,
I will tell you without measuring,
You are three and half arm length,
That is your height with your arm,
I myself is same with my arm..

"How do you know? "
Just you measure and say; yes or no,

"Yes I am..
Three and half ‘
Everybody is same three and half arm distant!
From Tip to toe,
This is the parameter set by Lord,
For human being, ,

In the book of Lord,
"The profound encyclopedia"
Everything is measured,
Though we deny and beguile
Death to fate and height