The man or woman who holds the pen <br />It is not to earned the name and fame <br />When thought winnowed the dust <br />Gravity must be followed: love and lust <br />Both wouldn't have merged together <br /> <br />A tree when fruit it bears, my dear <br />Who wouldn't have praised its taste? <br />Had ever a tree demanded, worst or best? <br />Nature itself is a beautiful poem, read; be near <br /> <br />Refine you, clean heart mind and thought <br />Watch and react, tears must be brought <br />“A dew of the new sunny morn sparkles like pearls” <br />All the filthy dirt through the tears that hurls <br /> <br />Our presence on this earth must be reckoned <br />Merely existence like animal, millions died <br />Try to live as all those lived, we read history <br />Unveil; Come out from the ocean of mystery <br /> <br />It is we who hold the pen and no one else <br />Is it not sufficient; born a human the great <br />Is it not mandatory to live and enjoy and praise <br />Everything is for us; above, below and within fence <br /> <br />Tears, the ink from my heart; filled in thought pen <br />Keeps dirt, still raining within the rain <br />What name and fame we try to keep <br />How long one can weep so deep <br /> <br />Awake! Awake! O brethren <br />For the sake of humanity and peace <br />To get name and fame and mental ease<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awake-awake-2/
