The white stone
On the dark side of illuminations
The busy corner
Was slow to recoil to sleep
The whole day went with some sense of loss
Whatever is going time is going still
Whatever is gained is gain nothing
The night shall not descend
On a day of happiness
The stars shall not see more hopes
These nights and days
Have been in cycle since ages
Islamabad
6/5/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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