Ah dear self;
None will come to you leaving all things
None is coming to you whoever you meet
The ground under your feet is slipping day by day
you are becoming as dry as the sunlight hay
see very closes are going far away
Some are to the far stars:
Uph dear son;
I couldn't keep my parents in my chest
This is your way of life:
If it permits you far away you may
It is time that changes all
I you we all
I don't want to leave you
It is time that compels me to do
You will search all you need in the blueness of the sky
Tying all the sky
Tying all the lights can't provide our love….
They have all gone away Mariam Jasia Jhangir
Many more are waiting too..
The most nears and dears away.... far away...
Time is cruel
Time doesn't sit for one
So, go ahead son
Darling don't hesitate for your turn! !
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