M. Asim Nehal
Be Watchful... - Poem by M. Asim Nehal
Let me bargain today,
Tomorrow I may be for sale
The candle lit for dinner now
May be fired for fuel.
He let the world to utilize him
without knowing who is he,
Other realized his true value and exploited him.
The flower which sits at the head of thorn,
will also die in the arms of horn.
wind that spreads his fragrance,
will blow his petals around.
Youthful don’t dance with flamboyance
Old age is waiting for you to fall in its lap
Like a caged bird waiting for soul to fly
Eyes which are filled with intoxication
will fall on the darkness of the dusk
Like waves finally travel to the shore.
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