Instinct And Wisdom Poem by Aftab Alam

Friends are peculiar to him, I know,
Yet can't do anything, brow show,
Instinct and Wisdom, they are the two,
Always they shadow him, even in loo,
When knowledge peeps from the womb,
Of wisdom and shows the way to tomb,

Knowledge has two friends: Love and Hatred,
He told me, you can make friendship,
With either or both, it's up to you to keep,
He always hung himself to chose, in his trade, ,
Both are truth, both are helpful to instinct,
They are the meaning of life, here the succinct,


Look at me; I am cycling with these wheels
Love and hatred; soul floats and always it feels