What, If All Stars are Lit

What, if, All the stars are Lit

What, if, all the stars are lit
When I’m on earth no more?
What, if all rivers flow
When my small boat’s ashore?

What, if all the world’s found
But my sight sees no more?
What, if fragrance all around
But my smell-sense in sore?

What, if all enemies befriended
When ‘late’ prefixes my name?
When my existence’s in grave
What, if dwellers epitaph fame?

When all my senses sense none
Who’ll enjoy autumn and spring?
What, if all flower bloom afresh
Here men can enjoy nothing?

What, if all the world’s under you
When none here lives at all?
What heaven will entertain dear
When no sojourners remains at all?

What, if all the riches enrich you
When none there to use?
If none there to soothe the ears
What, if all birds there to muse?

What, if all the poets make epic
But no readers there to read?
What, if a heaven pours on earth
But no living there, even no breed?

—–
Md Nazim Uddin
18 February 2021