Where Is The High Wind? Poem by Aftab Alam

Where is the high wind of the land?
Why don’t we have heaven
Whereas, we keep only earth?

Perhaps Its our habit to be into the dark
Why can’t we see and welcome the bright sun

‘Honesty is the best policy’ tired enough
Only reciting or mugging up
When matter comes to show the honesty,
We don’t keep, shatters

We know only to fight for the sake of faith
If offered a free plate, faith becomes lathe

Tongue tied with intestine
Why our hands are free un-grabbed