I was better than angels before bad I was
She was happy with me before angry I was
What did I not talk to be with you all my life
But when the time of parting came, not so bold I was
Thoughts are better than reality, dreams better than awakening
It was all imagination, to face the reality, unready I was
Though to make the hidden things appear there's always some delay
You ask: whatever exists today, whether before creation there it was?
It seems unlikely for the lost one to ever come back
Without any sort of experience, in grave doubt I was
'Shuoor' gives damn what would happen to the world when it ends
The worst he could imagine would be, what before the creation it was
(An added verse)
Time moves forward, what if it starts moving backward, 'Ravi' asks
The universe will turn into nothingness, like before the big bang it was
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem