I wonder
I wonder the way comely flowers bloom The way they dance and the way they rejoice I wonder the way they survived each season I wonder the way they smile each moment —
I fall
I rush towards the mountain with bare feet Against the dead heat I climb to the top with dreams as my burden Against all hurdles I rise like a cloud that ascends to the heaven
For those who ponder
For those who think, for those who wonder For those who reflect, for those who consider O children of Adam*, The signs of God are spread to ponder. The beautiful flowers that flail in the breeze That attracts the enchanting fly and the bees
Where are those peaceful days?
When protectors are turned into a killer When the innocents are accused of slaughter When women are oppressed and exploited When the waging war is a usual affair. __________ Peaceful days are stolen and are no more Just and upright leaders are wiped out therefore Youths are confused and are out of state Is there…
The Poem of Tomorrow 