If hope be the feather,
That one day shall,
On the bouncy of soft wind,
If all be the reality's great game,
And if the divine strings,
For the matrix of life,
With intelligence set.
And if defeat be humanity's fate,
What the day of judgement, and where?
And when?
What hope, what heaven and what bliss?
What love of the divine?
Hold on to the multitude of self.
A pantheist seest the deity in many.
What illusion alas,
O life thou asketh,
What belief thou either,
For self is belief in totality,
What else if thou hast any other answer?
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
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