The journey of life,
Is going on amid
The blood claiming incidents.
Who knows
When the moments break,
And is undone
The spell of gloom.
In memory
Of those who depart,
The eyes become soaked,
Time and again.
The divine books assure,
Sacred is the blood that flows,
It will not be sterile, in case
You lose not your courage.
Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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