Truth Is Here My Son Poem by Aftab Alam

Let us go, make it fast, and don't delay,
To bid farewell to my departing friend
‘Tis a holy deed, never be behind to pay,
Guests are always come to go; it's trend,

After funeral Aghaz gone to mom,
He never cried or wept, he is unaware..

Come on, you must see your mom, there hid,
You know Aghaz, there she peacefully lay,
She will be happy to see you; 'My Agu, my boy',
Grown up, now can whisper the verse; he did! '

This is the only truth my boy, we are from the dust,
How rich one might be, he has to mingle with dust

Truth is here my son, here in a grave…..