I walked behind him on mountains
I got tired but reached the highest
Saw pleasure's and sorrow's fountains
And caverns fearful lowest.
I walked behind him in deserts
Dryness welcomed me with long hands
Fear follows even the experts
It seems life is sands, death is sands.
I followed him in deep deep seas
Where the end is not to be seen
Underground hills, animals, trees
The vast lord seems to be globe's dean.
I followed him in the blue sky
And found it burnt with human sigh
The sun, the moon and stars moved by
All of them also wished to die.
I followed him in human heart
Lo! the foot prints of Time were lost
Soul and body wished to depart
Time's house can be found at Life's cost.
Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foot-prints-4/
