I Am Not A Book To Be Read Poem by Aftab Alam

I am not a book to be read
I am the word within to be understood
I am not dust but the sand of the time
Dry, floating and making sand dune
With the natures tune.

I am not for me but for others
Though money matters all
I also desire, name and fame
Ways are different, not game

I am loser always a loser
Yet a victorious,
I walk on the sword
I rest on flowers
I love even snake

Time is no bound for me
I keep time under my feet

I welcome the dusk of my life
I will play with the fife
I will descend into darkness
Unto light I will strife

I am the word within to be understood
I am not dust but the sand of the time
Dry, floating and making sand dune
With the natures tune.