To Suicide Bombers..And All. Poem by mazHur Butt

Who placed the jewel in your hands
for safe custody, in trust
that you will return it to the Granter
safe and sound at demand
Or do you think the jewel fell in your lap
somewhere from the sky
for you to do whatever you liked with it?
Jewel is a jewel, a precious gem
to be preserved and kept with care
until it may pass it to its Grantor
upon His demand or
when Time may determine its fate,
Grantor or Fate are thus real owners
of the Jewel, you just a Custodian thereof
Upkeep the dignity of duties and rights
preserve the Jewel as long as it's not recalled
For once you ruin the Jewel
You are being not fair
either to the Donor or yourself
So, take care of the Jewel
for its not your property as misconceived
preserve and protect it dearly no matter
Because You owe it to the Donor
It's the jewel of your Life
the most precious Jewel in the world you've got
If you lose it once you will never get it back
Rather than regret and pass through the misery
of blemishing. dulling or ruining it
by ramming it on the anvil of sullen thoughts
anxiety, depression and hopelessness
keep happy. content, bold and patient
And never try to crash it against the Wall
because that Jewel is your Own blessed Life.