Life Poem by Sebghatullah Arife

A long path, full of thorns
or, a bright ally with decent civilization
Sweet as honey
And bitter as poison

Useless in its case
And meaningful than everything ever,
Is tasty
And is Nasty by the way,
Pleasant as the hug of lover
And Horrific as a nightmare

For wise ones, life is not more than, a morning wind,
That blows until you feeling it
indeed is a play,
a competation,
Which is tried by anyone,
To win it.

These are not my words however, Friend! it is said by it's giver

Sebghatullah Arife
1st/Aug/2022