The Morning Star Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Clouds took the charge of sky
And Darkness wanted to buy
The lives and souls of good beings
And Dismay installed high swings.
The land was sanguine with blood
Eyes released endless flood.
Foreign foxes injured birds
Wounded lay lambs' herds.
Cries began to get dry
Time burnt fire, hearts to fry.
Sub- continent was a butcher house
Human beings were gnawed by mouse.
Paths were lost, life was an alley blind
Cruel was earth, heaven unkind.
The morning star mounted the sky
Who solaced the weeping cry.
It shone bright and filled light in mind
Then galloped those who lagged behind.
It indicated the cherished goal
And taught them the real role. (14-10-2016)