We All Poem by Khaleeq Ahmad

Like the colours from a frame
Like the clouds after the rain,
We'll fade away some day, very soon,
Nothing to earn here, nothing to lose.

Like the transient birds of a moment,
We sit on the tree of time inclement.
We all await our ends, incessant
For the final call even though being convalescent.

Therefore,
Keep on knocking the doors of gentle hearts,
We may not meet often being away so far,

But, can we just see each other,
And stand there as ajar?

Life is so enigmatic;
Sometimes angry,
Sometimes mystic.
Stand for friends
Fight for their trends,

Aye, life is too short for regrets,
Stand and arise before the sun sets.