I Am In Your Face And You Are In Mine Poem by Aftab Alam

I think duality of nature plays great roles
Everything spins between the two poles
No bamboo or rod except imaginary line
Whenever I see a face, seems to be mine

Whatever there within universe, in motion
Orbs that spin or rotate without commotion
The luxurious sphere where we sat unjerk
Its gift of the Lord, a lovely reward with perk

We have been gifted more than other live
We have harmed more than the wagon with jive
We laugh that he is dying in starvation
Fact is; we are dying with our own fashion

We all are sailing sitting on one boat
Half nude, torn clothes or a suit coat
If anybody making hole on it, keep mum!
Or Dance with guitar and sing with drum!

Accordingly, if anybody dies, I die
If you survived, I survive
If you look into my horrible eyes
I am within you in much size

Worry not; still, I am quite well and fine
I am in your face and you are in mine