Separation Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Souls come to earth in new born bodies
Shrill cries are raised by vulgar babies.

Petals enjoy revelries day and night
Against humble dust they ever win fight.

Mischievous leaves pass their time in clapping
They play hide and seek and overlapping.

But when the wind of separation blows fast
Wanton glances at once become downcast.

No one can stop the wind from blowing
It is in fact coming time's seed sowing.