You may call me- air, a vagabond,
An idiot, a wise or a loafer;
Poetry is only my gain,
To ease my inner pain.
You may call me- a black-bee
Or a lovely attractive flower
Or dust or bank of the river.
You may call me, a high speed stream
Or a deep dark formidable ocean.
You may call me a coward
Or the brave or a discard.
You call me, your own
Or in a chess game, a pawn;
Whatever, I am, I am your friend,
A son, a brother, a father
You may call me, a part of the seal
Of this rainbow deal,
You may taste me, salty,
Sour and sweet,
I am defeated,
I am victorious,
You call me, by any name;
Whether- fame or defame,
I am eternity.
I have been seen
in every epoch of time.
I am always available
On every point of time.
You may call me; a dead
Or a martyr,
I am always alive
Breathing within you.
I am your feeling
Beyond the ceiling
I am great with Lords greatness.
Glory to be Allah, the Almighty Lord,
I am beauty of the nature;
I am living deity of the nature,
I am the tide of the time;
I am the man of Time.
Lord only knows..what I'm
But one thing known to me
A river of peace and love
Under my feet blissfully flows
Earth to heaven through your heart
You may call, by any name
I am the wise creation of Lord
As you all, as you all
We all, heaven's fall
And nothing else..
in knowledge of god we always there May we are humble indeed High in other deed But in Hands of God we are Man and Magic indeed/ God bless you brother
Deep like ocean........... I am beauty of the nature; I am the tide of the time; I am the man of Time. Lord knows..and what else....
Great write Aftab! Eternity is within us...! With God everything is possible!
How much deep this poem is...I am speechless, excellent poetry: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O I love it really, wonderful Aftab, my friend.