Sunset Gleams Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

time is running fast
and
now every step is worth countable
i must stay to have my share allotted
and must i leave to get the share thereafter
a measure for every measure;
but as i leave
the earth is getting smaller and smaller and
it looks like a
tiny moon glowing golden
and i am far off the land
in this Milky Way;
time here is a molten watch and counting is a foolish
idea..
but i must count the times past and present and measure the dreams;
dreams i dreamt of
and
those yet to be dreamt about;
out of nothing
i must create a world within a world
a universe endless and
ever expanding;
i adore not the Black hole
but
hold the truth and
seek
the Eternity.