Chosen Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

My life is nobody's choice
and i celebrate it myself the way i like or dislike; it is no one's else, mine and i hold the right to have the entries my way;
for my dreams, desires, lust and loss
for my love and tears,
for my despairs all i owe to myself and never blame the tide high or low;
my regrets, repentances are my own
and i grieve not upon them
and i liberate all the wings in the seven skies and beyond.
i hear the symphony of my soul
my hands are clean and fear not
holding blue stars and winter snow.
if i believe in the unseen and do the right
then, who cares for the Heaven or Hell?
i seek for the truth and adore you -the Almighty.