Don’t Fool The Master Poem by Aftab Alam

Why my eye lids are drenched with dew?
O my darken life: have you seen the star new?
What grief that eats my soul, like white ants?
Or have you forgotten the wizard’s enchants?

I am not worried but astonished with our act,
We love not to Thee my Master, It is the fact,
We are all praying to Thee like a bird that perch
At temple, synagogue, mosque..and at church,

Service to the human kind must come first
For I know without it all prayers are worst
Prayers are accountability of individual kind
If no service what accountability you can find?

Save: humanity, human kind and the holy nature,
No prayer will be accepted hence no peace in future