Song Of Life Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

All my days passed walking on thorns.
All my nights passed running on knives.
Not in spring ever, my life passed only in
Storm, rain and winter; Nobody offered love.

Fragrance hurt my nose, flowers remained silent.
Drunken melody played in ears, cuckoos were not seen.
It's such a violin that plays with wrong tune.
It's such a verse that lacks rhythm and rhyme.

Tearing the pages of ledger, I made paper-boxes;
So the debts of life remained unpaid, what a fall!
Life is a harsh sea; who will save him from drowning
If he goes on a voyage there with his little canoe?

This is my life; but, alas, where will I flee leaving it?
I run on knives, still I stay touching this life of mine.