Symphony Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

My soul always assimilating but never growing old
always constant in mass and energy
though here forms are many and metamorphoses on
i still carry the light
with the same wavelength
as has always been with my spectrum;
the earth is turning grey
the sky thinning
ice melting faster and faster;
may be a doomsday approaching near and nearer but
still the ocean is blue
and sky studded with dreams
my soul
evergreen
finds no decay
and still muses on love and
all the beauties.