All Around Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

All around I find great grace
But without human face.
What has happened to man
Where has gone Adam's rece?

Houses don't like neighbours
As masters hate beggars;
Streets don't like children
Glances fall like daggers.

Leaves, wings have been banished
Ancient links now finished;
Winds and clouds need not come
Or they will be punished.

Charming stars charm no more
Moon light enters no door;
East is west, west is east
Now are lost directions four.

Roads are dead without sigh
Vehicles make cry on cry;
Ah! from earth's dead body
Man's hopeless soul did fly.