The secrets of all known matter
Are locked within one cell
Also tale of life and death
Of paradise and hell.
The evil love to talk of good
To prove that they are right
They with their evil thought
The pure and good indict.
The thread of fate that holds the world
In its unseen hands
Is the pure eerie breath
That hungry brain demands.
The rough and rude are healthy bad
Worst are those who moralize
Better zip and zap but bleed no heart
Be fair not act like wise.
The moment’s the quiet breath
That woos the cells throughout
The soul’s its mysterious messenger
That lives in hearts devout.
It matters what’s seen upon the waves
It matters what is spewed by sand
But our green and blue planet needs
More peace upon this land.
Mahmood Pervez Alam
Syllables of Life 