Put in the word, that whence ye read,
In cozier company by the candle, or lonely retreat,
Thus shed not a tear, such is life lived
That an era is gone, like in ruins we look.
For the heart is set in memory, in the bygone
Sweet pleasure it derives while toucheth the walls.
Put for the ink, therefore honey not gall,
O sweet heart, and hence our stories in gales
Or dust-weighted winds, overlooked by stars.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
July 3,2014.
Nostalgic series by Tom Brown @ Tom Brown Fine ART
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