Deception Of Sight Poem by Mohammad Younus

Deception of sight!
what we see,
not true and real,
forms change,
not the soul and mind,
several ages,
I passed through,
nothing changed in me,
I would then cease,
to be a real man,
even nature not changes,
sun and other planets...
galaxies of stars...
going along the same orbits,
I continue to be
as on the first day,
none could change me,
I am what I was,
I was what I am,
I will be what I am,
friends withdraw from me,
Old man is talking riddles!
Yes, I admit,
I am a riddle! ! !
Even Iqbal knows not,
who Iqbal really is,
By God! He knows not! ! !

Mykoul...