Poem by Syedah Maryam Iqbal
Luxury of being Alive
We have the luxury of being alive,
But what about those who have lost this luxury,
It may be an authoritative effrontery.
The losers of this luxury consider it drudgery.
In reality, this luxury is quite expensive,
As it exhausts all of our senses.
We keep ourselves busy in finding a motive
While the life combats the body making it corrosive.
With combating powers around always ready to usurp this luxury,
To live contentedly is a fantasy.
Those who no more enjoy this luxury,
Have gone to the mode of discovery.
The soul enjoys no such sumptuousness,
As it marvels its freedom and disgusts voluptuousness.
The losers aspire to have wings,
To enjoy getting rid of darkening things.
* Syedah Maryam Iqbal*