Don't Fall To False Splendor Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Alyana, you should not fall for false splendor.
This life is like the moonlight of a few days.
It's a slave to time; when will this adventure
Come to an end, we pass through life's acute pains.
Life is like the seasons of the year, rattle of winds
Hope and fear, a wave of cheer in
flower's tear,
And its end comes as swiftly as the baffling winds
Then sour breath becomes the cause of our death.
It's like a candle flame melting down, drop by drop.
It's each spark that is thought
provoking.
At long last, all this seems like a flop as long as
The oil burns in the candle, and the flame dances.
Lighting up your holy spirit with splendor, spend
Your life with fair care, and be always prepared.