Beauty Favours The Lovers - Poem by Ahatisham Alam
When I was ignorant I was nothing.
What is the object for creation?
For whom the flowers blossom?
For whom the days roll?
Why man has been introduced?
Why rivelutes dance?
Why the incented morning comes?
Why the stars showers the bright?
The green decorates the earth.
The sun moves the directions.
The fawn plays, the sparrows chirp.
All they beget the beauty.
Is our aim to enjoy the universe?
Or to think nothing of Creator!
Perhaps, to love we are here.
This beauty favours the lovers.
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