World has not since been lying calm,
When witnessed lying under the first ray
The sound, hustle and creatures of all form;
Embellish it, give it the name world nay.
Verily born are all other proofs of existence,
Pleasant and soar alike, but for one;
Of peoples assimilation; for exist in their presence,
Are feelings numberless and eccentric in turn:
They cause you feel the best and too the worst,
For they mirror the singular amalgam of composition,
They are the solace; and bliss when merry the most,
And they are the shunned; with dry and wry emotion
Thus, ever mysterious stands the society pose,
Being in it draws discontent, out of it is a tragedy chose.
By Nasira Jabeen