Go On Praying Poem by Aftab Alam

Sat there, on the valley of flowers, a place
And there, a little far, a brook by the Lord's grace,
Colorful birds are preening with their beaks,
Captured, whole nature within, With folly kicks,

Closed the eyes and took a deep breath,
Fragrance in, nose that smelt the smell,
Auditory stimuli grasped the song with bell,
Brook fought with stones, witnessed by heath,

Calm and placid, everywhere, within and around me,
Ah! what a nature's painting! a joyous moment, seen, I see,
A calm breeze and the brook and the birds and the flowers,
Whispered, Pray! We all prayed; with heaven's showers,

While I knelt down, whispered ‘Glory to be Allah', thought
Came in mind; 'Death is for life', within us, heaven sprout'