He knows nothing, <br />He feels nothing, <br />Still there's something! <br />He's a player of Bing. <br />The five cards ping, <br />When they embrace each other, <br />And kiss the lover, <br />When He wins the game, <br />And do you know His fame? <br />He is an all time winner, <br />He is an all-time lover. <br />And after every win, <br />He wipes out a sin, <br />Another piece of land, <br />He makes gorgeous and grand, <br />Snatched from the hell. <br />The burning well, <br />Then cries and says, <br />These ugly clays, <br />Will make me empty, <br />How unfair and dirty! <br />How strong are the cards! <br />How can I face the wizards! <br />I know on the day, <br />The fire will be clay, <br />A garden of flowers, <br />With the clouds of showers, <br />Will turn me green, <br />His cards are unseen. <br /> <br />He then smiles, and I hear His song, <br />Like a ball of Ping-Pong, <br />Beauty throws me to love, <br />Love flies like a dove, <br />I then touch the skies, <br />And regret the denies, <br />I see a poem written on sky, <br />Five cards so high! <br />And do you know these cards, <br />Their magic and wizards, <br />It's love and beauty, <br />It's peace, my duty, <br />It's coexistence and tolerance, <br />I come back with a fragrance, <br />I then perform my duty, <br />Write a poem with some beauty.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-time-poet/
