Man In His Age Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Man is so much bound to his age
As a bird is confined tom his cage.
His conscious has evolutions
For problems and the solutions.
With little thoughts and fickle desires,
He gallops out of childhood mires.
Bubbles, balloons, birds and bright beams
All are thoughts, whims, desires and dreams.
Solemn shadows of youth prevail
As scenes change in a faery tale.
Bales of duty burden shoulders
As energy savers are stuck in holders.
Wasted is the wealth of old past days
The youth nymph scorns at colored fays.
For fame and dame, jealousy and pride,
They fight, kill or commit suicide.
Old age staggers with three legs
For each and every thing she begs.
A mask-wearing or a real change
But surely it is out of man’s range
Man gets buried in worries so wide
Last exhibition is ready to hide.