Separation Is Must Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

The mother stood in the gate
While the child seemed late
Who was crying at her peak
Her mother's favor to seek.

The child wished to stay in home
She seemed afraid of class-room
But the mother stood like a stone
Without sympathy in her bone.

The 'ricksha' started with a noise
And the baby changed her poise
At once to get down from the seat
Unwiling she was from head to feet.

But the ricksha ran far to some school
Carrying the crying delicate baby fool
The scene gave the mind a good idea
I could not get from quick, sharp media.

Separation is must for re-creation
A seed in a fruit will face perdition
But a separation will give new birth
Flowing tears give lasting mirth.

The soul separated from the Creator
And it itself became a great operator
Most poetry is composed in grief
'Separation is must ', in brief.