The Care And The Caretaker Poem by Ehsan Ehsan

THE CARE AND THE CARETAKER

What have we made the care taker to the glass house?
The man who is deader in the business of stones
You may not boast of yourself, my dear when
You are yourself also living in the house of glass
Falsehood and truth do not have the same status
So you may put iron for the competition of glass
It may be winter or the season of hot summer
The canopy of glass is not of any use in both
Only the sad faces can tell about their inner self
But the time remains ignorant about such a glass
What you see and feel about the azure sky
That is nothing but only a deception of your sight
There are certain arts and skill to hide one's self
Yet man cannot do so in spite of his best efforts
It is very difficult for it to be secure from time
The sail of the glass has ultimately to break
Your delicate god will not be able to support you
Because the winds are very strong and stormy
In the rains of the stone and in cruel hard times
How far we shall be able to look after each other
A good friendship and love was going between us
Then what was the need of the third element
Whatever you are Ehsan, you are shown clearly
But what fault the poor dumb mirror has in it!