Where To Go Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

The world is surrounded by stormy shores
For those who want to go out shut are the doors.
Man has to sit in a boat or a ship
It shortens the base from continent to a chip.
Mountains like sentinels are there to watch
High passions of winds they successfully catch.
The sky is also a limit of sight
Higher than it you cannot fly your kite.
The stars with torches watch the rebels
They arrest him and send to roaring hells.
Forests are full of tearing animals
Man does not want to go to cannibals.
The bowels of earth are full of anger
They seem to be nothing else but Death's chamber.
Cities are swarming with shameful servitude
Rude mentalities, brutish thought are so crude.
Play grounds and parks are devoid of heart's peace
When soul is shattered into many a piece.
No where to go in such a condition
Go to yourself under such a passion.