A Man Uproar
The man when born
and die,
In ruefully and
spiritless sigh,
And in middle of his
youth, he uproar,
Again and again
loath, with roar,
In this fiery
arrogant ways he
astonish,
His vitality and
humanity of mannish,
In this mid of
couple years he
repercussion,
And made a blast of
hatred ness with
emotion,
To show off his
power he transgress,
Make all petite
things mess,
A resplendent
landscape to fresh
foaming stream,
Who smile before the
lightening sun with
gleam,
And the choking air
with fluttering
birds,
Ain’t in peace and
comfort of his
girds,
The same activities
at the hoar,
As the senile men
try to soar,
Ho! Don’t venture
o’er this stake
race,
You shall refrain by
this base,
And to abide by this
fruitless grow,
Will ruin your all
speculation and
flow,
So a man, decide
where to go,
To live like a
nobility glow,
Or to live in the
rapacious magnitude,
And to die in thirst
of malicious
attitude,
A man with mob but
in solitude,
Or a man with no
fame but aim,
Remember, the world
is shadowy game,
What you sow, reap
the same
Let we get over this
line of livelihood,
And stipulate the
theme of
brotherhood.
M Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry ©
Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry | Year Posted 2013
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