Perfect Balance Poem by Quaid - Uz- Zaman

Life is not a luxury; it is always a need-based one. You can't hoard up the excesses. You can't live without the minimum. All the vital signs are in perfect balance, and a failure in either direction brings chaos—untold suffering. Each system has its own inborn rhythm and harmony, with distinct wave patterns. Billions die, and billions are reborn, but the count remains constant.

It is a synchronized therapy you cannot ignore, and how could I deny the perfect creation and His omnipresence so truly defined? With joys and sorrows, with shades and lights, my heart undulates, and life moves on as usual.