Title Yet To Come! Poem by The Ashraf Sheikh

It’s not all that you see,

It’s not all, what your eyes meet,

Neither as discreet as it appears to be,

Nothing hideous, just a thing quite explicit



Not just made of veins and muscles,

Comprising of just cells and skin,

Striving against the odds and struggles,

It truly feels much deeper within.



It is not a matter of joke,

A subject, subjected to ignorance

What on earth tends you to provoke,

Examining the zeal of its endurance.



For you are not different from it,

Alike in form and everything else,

Shapes are profound, sense and wit.

It also hopes for the best and thus it dwells.



Not a sculpture made of sand and stones,

Which stands alone and nothing else can do,

But a matter of blood and bones,

And above all its got a heart too.



It is not persistent; will not last long,

Because my friend it is a human being,

Withering away, like a falling leaf unknown,

What more do i say of such a living thing.