Friends are peculiar to him, I know, <br />Yet can't do anything, brow show, <br />Instinct and Wisdom, they are the two, <br />Always they shadow him, even in loo, <br />When knowledge peeps from the womb, <br />Of wisdom and shows the way to tomb, <br /> <br /> Knowledge has two friends: Love and Hatred, <br />He told me, you can make friendship, <br />With either or both, it's up to you to keep, <br />He always hung himself to chose, in his trade, , <br />Both are truth, both are helpful to instinct, <br />They are the meaning of life, here the succinct, <br /> <br /> <br />Look at me; I am cycling with these wheels <br />Love and hatred; soul floats and always it feels<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/instinct-and-wisdom/
