Life Never Stops (1) Poem by Jahan Zeb

Care not much as he is a legend not
Telling you a story, my mind thought

Lived there a boy not too tall
Careless but calm, never in a brawl
Played he always, in dirt and sand
Neat in the mind, morals canned
Never lended ear to advice any
His eyes carried but dreams many
Fond of fame, respect and honor
Money to him was only yawner
Sat silently listening to people old
Or squated by fire when it was cold
Tried to answer questions of mind
Was in the heart but lad very kind
Many his friends thought him bright
Played all day, with toy and kite
Started his life without any aim
Thought he the life an interesting game
His childhood passed in sand and mud
Knew not he ever the up coming flood