Aftab Alam (15 th April 1967 / PRASTOLI, DORANDA, RANCHI, JHARKHAND, INDIA)
Tongue help us to beautify the face, it’s the gifted grace
Ah! Mad we are; behind religion, caste, creed and race.
Eyes; must search for help and support for charity
If people die with starvation then religion is only a vanity
Religion and the Book taught us how to be in society
Yet we learnt not then tell me? what are we? Only an anxiety!
Tongue, when mind is wild, you make a sound of beast
All faults fall upon me; all blames on me, with the long list
Eyes; how far can we see? Vision penetrates the farthest!
As all are free to grasp so I am free to choose the best.
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