The mother stood in the gate <br />While the child seemed late <br />Who was crying at her peak <br />Her mother's favor to seek. <br /> <br />The child wished to stay in home <br />She seemed afraid of class-room <br />But the mother stood like a stone <br />Without sympathy in her bone. <br /> <br />The 'ricksha' started with a noise <br />And the baby changed her poise <br />At once to get down from the seat <br />Unwiling she was from head to feet. <br /> <br />But the ricksha ran far to some school <br />Carrying the crying delicate baby fool <br />The scene gave the mind a good idea <br />I could not get from quick, sharp media. <br /> <br />Separation is must for re-creation <br />A seed in a fruit will face perdition <br />But a separation will give new birth <br />Flowing tears give lasting mirth. <br /> <br />The soul separated from the Creator <br />And it itself became a great operator <br />Most poetry is composed in grief <br />'Separation is must ', in brief.<br /><br />Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/separation-is-must/
