A Beautiful Life's Game Poem by Aftab Alam

I was nowhere; neither was any trace of mine,
In fact, in the lap of death, enjoying life's pine,
I never fled but throughout the life, I bleed,
Still, enough blood is left, for peace to plead.

A skeleton clad with the flesh, by Lord's grace,
On this earth, enjoying with beauty of nature,
With the ugliest thought and with hexed dress,
If nature can't be saved, can we preserve future?

"All those born will die", death is not a surprise.
To die unknown and untraceable is not wise,
Poverty not a hurdle but a lamp, on the way,
"Poorly birth is not a crime but the death, I say."

Whenever, trapped under the wave of the time,
And there none to help; I needed no Lord's help,
I prayed for His strength, rhymed with His rhyme,
"I will save myself, alone sufficient, without the yelp"

Lord created us from clot, taught to hold the pen,
Teaches man that he knew not, ah! A lovely gain,
Still, verily man is rebellious, for power and fame,
We are inching to death, " a beautiful life's game"