A Man Uproar

The man when born and die, In ruefully and spiritless sigh, And in middle of his youth, he uproar, Again and again loath, with roar, In this fiery arrogant ways he astonish, His vitality and humanity of mannish, In this mid of couple years he repercussion, And made a blast of hatred ness with emotion, To show off his power he transgress, Make all petite things mess, A resplendent landscape to fresh foaming stream, Who smile before the lightening sun with gleam, And the choking air with fluttering birds, Ain’t in peace and comfort of his girds, The same activities at the hoar, As the senile men try to soar, Ho! Don’t venture o’er this stake race, You shall refrain by this base, And to abide by this fruitless grow, Will ruin your all speculation and flow, So a man, decide where to go, To live like a nobility glow, Or to live in the rapacious magnitude, And to die in thirst of malicious attitude, A man with mob but in solitude, Or a man with no fame but aim, Remember, the world is shadowy game, What you sow, reap the same Let we get over this line of livelihood, And stipulate the theme of brotherhood. M Shahid Hussain Chouhdry ©