You Call Me By Any Name Poem by Aftab Alam

You may call me- air, a vagabond,
An idiot, a wise or a loafer;
Poetry is only my gain,
To ease my inner pain.

You may call me- a black-bee
Or a lovely attractive flower
Or dust or bank of the river.
You may call me, a high speed stream
Or a deep dark formidable ocean.

You may call me a coward
Or the brave or a discard.
You call me, your own
Or in a chess game, a pawn;
Whatever, I am, I am your friend,
A son, a brother, a father
You may call me, a part of the seal
Of this rainbow deal,
You may taste me, salty,
Sour and sweet,

I am defeated,
I am victorious,
You call me, by any name;
Whether- fame or defame,
I am eternity.

I have been seen
in every epoch of time.
I am always available
On every point of time.
You may call me; a dead
Or a martyr,
I am always alive
Breathing within you.
I am your feeling
Beyond the ceiling

I am great with Lords greatness.
Glory to be Allah, the Almighty Lord,
I am beauty of the nature;
I am living deity of the nature,
I am the tide of the time;
I am the man of Time.
Lord only knows..what I'm
But one thing known to me

A river of peace and love
Under my feet blissfully flows
Earth to heaven through your heart

You may call, by any name
I am the wise creation of Lord
As you all, as you all
We all, heaven's fall
And nothing else..