A Vision Poem by Farooq Hussain

Like any other he was born
To be the best in the world
One would ever discern of
Well things kept on going for the best for him
And of course foes and foes lined up
He was like the one with the best
He gives up everything for something
And did the things needed
Achieved the most of all
Went on reaching the heights
One would think would be a dream
Nevertheless got the biggest of biggest
Loved by everyone
So were his caliber and his potential
Fought and fought and reached
Wherever he pointed
Those were the qualities of him
Earned enough to feed his generations and generations
Rich gets richest and poor stays poorest
Never turned down his hands on poor
Lead a life of luxury
Had everything needed
But never had the peace of soul
Earning sickness were all over his mind
Like it comes it came and took him off
The fatality
Earned luxury were lying dead
To be in this world means
Not only to earn and get the best
But also to do the rest, the poorest
It is easy to snatch one’s; but hard to give