Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Through Misty Dusty Haze


Can you believe?
There are two kings of this kingdom
I can’t believe
No two laws can be applied
In a single contrivance
How nature can keep?
In fact all the natural laws are one
We differentiated just for the fun
The theory of unification is the fact
Theories pushed us in boredom

Once we talk about unification
We just talk about the oneness
Hence I believe in oneness
There is only one king of this kingdom
Differentiate the theories
With many and merge
With only one instinct by many names
Why can’t we have merger of faith
Keeping our own faith
Avoiding mazes of the maze
Through misty dusty haze

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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