When I think about creation of life
I lose in the ocean of my thought;
Life is a riddle that unfolds to me
It is a treasure that cannot be sold or bought;
Death takes its birth from the lap of life
Every organ turns cold, there is nothing hot;
Soul is a mysterious Order of the Creator
It is not a bird that can be caught;
If one has unshakable faith in God
Dignity on this earth and after resurrection one gets a lot.

Written By

Dr Tanvir Hussain Bhatti

Freelance International Columnist, Poet and Author of the Books “What Plagues Pakistan?” and “Live Balls of Fire”