Satsapienti(Nod Is Sufficient For Wise) Poem by Aftab Alam

This road goes to where? Asked the old;
Rushing there to be rich for treasure hunt
On high cliff, beyond there a brook, I told.
Ah! Don’t guide me to graveyard, I burnt!

Seethed throughout my life with anger
And pain, want to have peace, rest I need
Placidly-calmly and without any danger
I want to drink the wine of heavenly mead

Enough I have earned and learnt, no treasure
I kept or could save, gone in vain with pain
The way, life we weigh, give a short pleasure
Master gave the wage, no time to pray for gain

Forgotten Him, cared never, still cared He
Warm hand of heaven always helped me
Never –ever helped Him by helping his subject,
Satsapienti; having known, set for final project