A seed hides in earth to become essence
Of a tree. A tree is a thousand seeds in fruition.
Lighting contracts in dark clouds,
It breaks unto space and there are one thousand suns.
We seek the shine, wherever like walking trees
Facing like sunflowers the rays of light.
Wherefrom it comes, peculiarity of the fruits
We bear and the fragrance of flowers
We are apt to carry as beauty of our external face,
There are different lights, from different corners.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 12,2015.
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