The Round Coffin Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

You send down tortures for the mortal man
He takes refuge in tears, what he can.

Sun beams pierce like sharp arrows in eyes
Death with bullets all around flies.

Bomb blasts, Death's laughters, are heard now and then
No one knows what is going to happen.

Poisonous food, life in death, we daily eat
Dearness comes with lashes us to beat.

Sun, Moon and Stars seem to laugh at the plight
Wounded Soul wanders about like a thirsty kite.

The sky seems a dome of dead humanity
To live is a crime, and Death is penality.

The jumping springs are Earth's tears
Day is worry, and Night a shawl of fears.

Volcanoes are sighs of dying Earth
Deserts say life is of no worth.

Thunder and lightning are Heaven's scold
Against which man can never be bold.

The world is a corpse of humanity
A fact it is not an insanity.

The sky seems a round coffin of man's soul
Mountains are nails from pole to pole.