How Is It Possible ? Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

When no iota of dust can stay in eye
Without making its presence realized.
No hair can enter the mouth stealthily
Without astounding the alert guards.

No ant can run on skin without a quake
No fly can rest on hair without burdening
No draft of wind can pass without a shake
No slight sound can enter ears without hearkening.

Then how is it possible that an idea evil
Enters a pure heart without an explosion
And innocent eyes fail to cavil
About the fatal abominable delusion.