Awake! Awake! Poem by Aftab Alam

The man or woman who holds the pen
It is not to earned the name and fame
When thought winnowed the dust
Gravity must be followed: love and lust
Both wouldn't have merged together

A tree when fruit it bears, my dear
Who wouldn't have praised its taste?
Had ever a tree demanded, worst or best?
Nature itself is a beautiful poem, read; be near

Refine you, clean heart mind and thought
Watch and react, tears must be brought
“A dew of the new sunny morn sparkles like pearls”
All the filthy dirt through the tears that hurls

Our presence on this earth must be reckoned
Merely existence like animal, millions died
Try to live as all those lived, we read history
Unveil; Come out from the ocean of mystery

It is we who hold the pen and no one else
Is it not sufficient; born a human the great
Is it not mandatory to live and enjoy and praise
Everything is for us; above, below and within fence

Tears, the ink from my heart; filled in thought pen
Keeps dirt, still raining within the rain
What name and fame we try to keep
How long one can weep so deep

Awake! Awake! O brethren
For the sake of humanity and peace
To get name and fame and mental ease