I can be the Sun with the flashy eyes,
Or the Moon with craters designed as a disguise,
I can fly with the fragrance of the flowers,
Or swim like the flowing brook that meets the shower.
I can be a lonely island with no life,
Or a city filled with towering structures, husbands and wives,
I can be a blunt knuckle or a sharp knife,
Be a busy office or the nature’s placid wildlife.
– Muzaffar Ahmed