The Sun Is Hot Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

A tired traveller walks on hot sand
Without knowing the last cool grove
Alongwith only dear thoughts small band
Knows not how the question to solve.

His shadow requests him to stop
Because it has got tired too
The sun has burnt the mountain top
False ideas can never be true.

Death with life has a secret plot
The traveller can never escape
Soon or late he will be caught
Watch is strict from cave to cape.

Perspiration will dry his heart
And heat will burn his bones' thick core
He will no longer play his part
Only of death he will be sure.

The sun is hot, life has a plot
The end of journey is unknown
Sun beams already know the slot
Body like seed in land will be sown.