Right And Wrong

The thing which, I suppose, it is right, May not be right for the next to me, Those think, by this way; future is bright, For others, ways to doom; so, may not be, Though, I am not harming anyone, yet, My ways of writing for many, is not so good, It might pierced them like pinning arrow jet, Right and wrong is hazy perception wood, Differs; person to person and place to place, In rows and columns of time and tide web, Taken decision is wrong, yet, taken by His grace I know very well, it is for the minds peace ebb, I am struggling for peace; within- outside, Quran says, through its verses -follow me, I am compromising on its way from inside, "Life here on this earth is -adjustment, for me" Blessing of Lord; with those who keep patience, I don't want to go against the verses; I fear, Because I know, it is curse to be impatience, I never broken trust; tried to condensed it dear, Since my childhood, I suffered like withered leaf Yet, I learnt to laugh in grief, problems are my sheaf: It is known to me; right and wrong is so deep, Promises of my arrival-Ah! I bond to keep,