Trica Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

The world, heaven, and hell
Message, ear and the bell.
Soft flower, leaf and the thorn,
Wonderfully are born.
Sun, moon and tiny star
Peace, progress and then war.
Eyes, heart and concious mind,
Found is unfound you find.
Life, death and the sole soul
Thought finds but hole in hole.
God.Satan, mortal man
Planner, project and plan.
Sky, earth and vast space,
Starter, runner and race.
Hunger, hungery and meal
War, warrior, and zeal.
Love, lover and beloved
Book, knowledge, and learned.
Two tears and one sigh
Bright truth, gossip, black lie.
Trica surrounds us always
Theater, player and plays.