The jigsaw
To and fro,
The ultimate
Time is death,
Love, you
Far and low,
Else go
Through and through,
Either small
Or grow,
Love, Time
And death,
And Solitude
Make a Fortune,
Else stand
On cemetery gate,
Or beaten
Love,
By Time and Death.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 8,2014.
Photograph @ Operation Eden
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