No More Poem by maqsood hasni

NO MORE

God created Adam with clay
To use all colors
But not red and black
Colors left color
Yet color never change nature, but
When things look black
Red becomes important
Life, like the ocean
First corner nowhere
Second has not still discovered
Divided into three:
Black in east
Red in west
Brown in gapes
Livings in gapes always think
Should it life?
How their thoughts
Be considered pure and clear
As has worn;
Some from east
Some from west
Do you know?
Where desires not comply with
There one or three
Remain no more
No more