Mysterious Place Poem by shakil ahmed

Mysterious Place

World is a beautiful creation of God
But awfully it’s a mysterious place
Audacious men are galloping in the ground
To stamp the timid human race.

Men are running after gold
Eager to get it at any cost
Ready to crash the human race
Virtue and good quality are now lost.

Men are groaning in this lovely land
Seeking peace in every corner
But the wage of sin is so heavy
That the whole race has become mourner.

Here beauty grows pale
Every soul must have the taste of death
Every morning sun peeps in the horizon
Telling that we are approaching to face God’s wrath

Shakil Ahmed