The Mystery Of Life Poem by Anwar Hussain Farooqui

Four dolls had my daughter,
About five years old,
Among variety of toys,
That she had new and old.

Her daily work to play,
With the toy she could please,
By her own free will,
At the command of her ease.

She took the dolls out,
For a bath one day,
Dipped them into water,
In her own pleasing way.

Meanwhile her attention,
Turned to the other toy,
With it she began playing,
With all her usual joy.

She left the dolls there,
For four complete days,
The brain could not understand,
Her strange playing ways.

To look to those dolls,
I hinted to my daughter,
Whereupon she laughed,
And told me not to bother.

When only I am pleased,
I may play with the dolls,
For quite they are safe,
You need not worry at all.

I reflected a moment,
Over the dolls and my daughter,
And was puzzled to find out,
The mystery in the matter.

Our boasting and saying,
We are this, we are that,
Merely it is a vanity,
And a pure lie in fact.

We are just like the dolls,
In the shape of a toy,
To be played by God,
For His pleasure and joy.

For no other reason than,
He brought us upon earth,
For the sake of His pleasure,
For the sake of His mirth.