A.D.K Qais

A God created a humane, For humane, created a domain. Give him a beautiful land, with mud, water and sand. Allow him to take rest, under a set of terce shed. He sent a guider to preach, A lover of Lumen to teach. Instructed you love and peace, through nature and trees. But Ooo Human....... You distruct the peace, Instead of love spread tease. Destroying the nature and trees, Make the life cease. You built the animal kingdom, Where is no symptom of wisdom. You are killing innocent humans, On the basis of colors, caste and Religions. You are not rising voice, Do You think you are wise? Ooo Human! You are insane, Alas! You are infant. A day will come, When the tears come. You will be ashamed, Nothing to explain. A God's have question, You have a silence session. Wake for a while, See, Feel what I write, Before you stand in front of God, Before you ashamed in front of God.

The handsome and fabulous hero starring in Harold Robin’s the adventure was playing polo. He came out of the field with a smile on his face, having displayed a very aggressive game. He told his father, ‘I play to win’. These four words looked very dashing in the movies. The males who saw it got a sense of motivation. The female wished for such a man as their life partner. But what intrigued me was the question, was it possible for a normal individual to always afford to play to win? The world impossible promptly emerged from my mind. It is a normal observation that two people in this world can have exactly the same amount of talent, intelligence, capacity to work, physique, drive and other human characteristics. Inequality is the law of nature. There are people who have high mental capacities but purposely or because of lack of ability stay away from sports and extra-curricular activities. Mediocre are always there. We also find people who are no good in any fi

Rise! From your graves rise, You sleep while your land cries. Come get going, time is tight, Not many more left to fight. It won't change with tears shed, It doesn't matter what is said. These terrorist that have come to stay, They are the wolves, you are the prey. The soil with your blood is red, Hills and vales where martyrs bled, Yours is the most miserable of lives, Sons, Orphans, Widows, Your wives! Bodies everywhere and under the heap, Your cherished liberty laid a sleep. Your spirit is broken but in your heart, The fire lives on that can start. You on the long way back to freedom, To win again your land and freedom! So rise Peace Lovers, drive them away, And in your conviction never sway. Let’s swords of peace run red with the blood of terror, And purge the land as after a flood.

Sometimes lying in my room, I think about my little home, Nestled in a beautiful vale, Where always the lilies bloom!               The place where once you lived boys,               Comes a part of year sorrows and joy, I don't understand then why,      Nations lead this earth to doom. Why indulge in war boys? Using bombs and killer toys, Snatching life and human joys, Afflicting peace with bang and boom!    Let not fly the blood like steam, Although taboo, yet esteemed, Blood is precious can be used,  To make again the lilies bloom. Muster up and try to make, This world bright and fully awake, Like the vale in a stream's wake, Where always the lilies bloom!

Come to me when I am saddest, When all hope has vanished in the dust of gloom.                  Come when no light 's over the horizon, And all roses cease to bloom. Come when another dreary day raises its head, And unrewarding toils do loom.                       Come when faith is lost in beauty and truth, And the fate of hope is doom. Come when banality holds unimpending sway, And a hollow mirth no joy does groom.       Come Light a candle in my heart, For darkness leaves no room.

Veil of darkness rising after a whole night stay, Sun slept still in the womb of the day,                 Stars like jewels, that sparkled in the sky, Weary and tired, said good bye, Far out, all those meadows green, Waiting quietly for the golden sheen.              Heavy elms stood in the morning breeze,                 For years they know how long night cease. Sun dazzled the clouds with shimmering streaks, Showering gold over valleys steep.            Young crops in fields, all grown with care,     Fluttering, dancing along with the air, Each leaf, each petal had its share, In making the weather more gay, more fair. Pure and naive like a maidens heart,      Calm each spirit as the morn does start. This serenity whispers to me, Of peace and gaiety and harmony.