A Flame Not Defeated Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

i made a digging
and placed my body and soul under the veil of a luminous darkness
in the close vicinity of eternal care;
this is the place which i have had always thought of most the time but the least that i could have known ever of it;
dreams and myths are pure fantasies
and i kept on brooding over in a ceaseless way;
the world is a thirst with no
perfect match
and we go on thirsting,
there must have been a suitable place for a suitable soul,
the rest is a mystery
unknown and unexplained.