What Is World Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Tears brimming out of wounded hearts’ eyes,
Or the parched, deserted lovers’ deep sighs,
Or the orphans’ hungry untoward cries .
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.

A theater full of laughter and clapping,
Or a vast book of plotting and mapping,
Or an arena of boxing and slapping .
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.

A journey in desert or in ocean,
A camp on land or depot of ration,
A boat of paper or flower of passion .
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.

A light in darkness or darkness in light,
A place of peace or fatal front of fight,
An eagle brave or poor homeless kite .
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.

A duty to build bank balance so huge,
Or from unseen storms a meager refuge,
A mere sound and fury of wayward deluge .
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.

A charming garden pruned by good gardener,
Or a field of crop ploughed by fast farmer,
Or a buried treasure searched by miner.
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.

An iota of dust or pearl in oyster,
A blooming rose or a heinous monster,
A shining star or full eclipse solar,
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.

A realm of mere signs without meaning true,
A ship on long journey with human crew,
A loud lion- roar or modest cat-mew.
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.

A rainbow swung by wanton, young spring,
An adder’s fang or scorpion’s hard sting,
A king in his court or a stone in the sling.
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.

Only they know who say they do not know,
Those who say they know, they do not know,
‘I’ is the vast wall before eyes, you know.
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.