THE COMMONER - AMEENA NOUSEEN

THE COMMONER

- AMEENA NOUSEEN

A touch of feather must be

Never compared to an ocean of bliss;

Leaving the other world blithering

And later regretting what you miss.

When on an edge of life,

With either sides of death

He worries about his life,

Visualising the trapping net.

He is ready to blip

Or readily make a sin,

Just for his mere mortal life

And what else to win?

Irrespective of the guilt he will face,

In case he survives

Only with the sin as a support

That forever- guilt that arrives.

Why be so gay?

For the glee we never pay.

Shirking all the real world

And choosing the wrong way.

Live like a divine bird

Flying with all joy and glee,

But from an egg to be winged,

Struggle to be free…