O Time Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Sitting in the fast flying rocket to the heaven
You will not come back to earth for all the days seven.

Man searches you in bazaars, streets and watch's corners
Neither in the house of marriage nor of those of mourners
Can he trace you out in any pocket or socket
Because you have gone to the sky in a rocket.

No spy can tell about your haunt dear or cozy court
All researchers have failed to prepare a report.

You seem to have gone to bottomless seas of past
Where you enjoyed all the day delicious repast.

Or the forests of Africa have allured your old heart
In the glades silent you drive your slow slow cart.

Or to the topless icy mountains you have run
To avoid the burning beams of heartless sun.

Perhaps you were slain in the wars of the past
Yes you were seen in bygone days the time last.

New born eyes wish to cast a glance in some museum
You have hidden in the atom of Uranium.


Come back o Time! please, please, please my heart and soul request
Request of a beggar is a request not a behest.