Useless Desire Poem by Aftab Alam

Every time I raise my hands to catch the sky,
O my fate! Turned to a fool with great sigh,
Orbs with their rank and file, above placed,
The thing that we called sky they are placed,

Desire to touch the void, there's nothing at all
To touch the sky-desires of nothing, except fall,
Life on earth- only a dream! Or anything beyond!
One must dream -healing touch to nature's bond

Can't we dream to bring happiness in void eyes?
Can't we dream to yield love on our hatred wise?
If your dream is to search God then search within,
"Why to dream, in which no fantasy lies? You mean"

Those dreamt to dream peace, love and fraternity
Not void, they got sky high and caught eternity


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