A city rolled in dust, once upon a time;

on a steppe rolling from North to South

All day long, it’s dwellers danced a mime;

‘eternally cursed’, was the word of mouth

The hope in each dawn fades by the dusk;

it’s not sudden, rather it dies a slow death

Expectations lose luster and become brusk;

it’s an ordeal, waiting for the last breath   

Water – flowing quietly beneath the ice;

dreams behind the velvet curtain of sleep

Understanding subconscious, there is a price;

knowledge of one’s self never comes cheap

There once was a silent lake in the mountains;

it whispered of love and the eternal pledge

That there was magic in it, stories used to say;

and solace for those who were drawn to edge

There is sweet magic in the purple night;

it intoxicates and it bewitches the heart

Imagination blooms and takes a flight;

dreams go colorful – each a piece of art

اب کے بہار آئ مگر بس تم نا تھے

سب کچھ تو تھا مگر بس تم نا تھے

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Everything in the universe is a teacher;

each phenomenon and each creature

Cycle of the sun, taking birth and dying;

from behind the doom, hope is sighing

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Flowers are God’s way of saying, ‘I am yet not disappointed with the world.’