What Is Life Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

A dry leaf trembling with fear,
From an eye falling a tear,
An illusion seen far and near
What is life, O my dear?

A flickering flame in wild gale
A priceless pearl but for sale
Death is lion, but it is deer
What is life, O my dear?

In darkness a tiny beam
A silently running stream
A deafening din if you hear
What is life, O my dear?

A thing worthless or a toy
A sigh deep or a laughing joy
More obscure than it seems clear
What is life, O my dear?

A thorn painful or a soft flower
The glaring sun or a fast shower
Hemlock it is or sweet beer
What is life, O my dear?

Always changing like a cloud
Silence sometimes, a thunder loud
No one can know how it does veer
What is life, O my dear?

No one can understand
Sin, virtue; sea or sand
Beyond approach of a seer
Life is life, O my dear.