Is it just me?
Or do your hearts
still weep?
Has the day passed?
Or does it signal perils
unsurpassed?
Stand up and look down
to your feet!
The earth is still
there, Pakistan remains here.
How long will it be?
Till you and Earth are one?
Don’t grow weary yet,
my friends
We need more words, at least I
for one.
I need more chaos, he
says.
Let all be ordinary,
she says.
The silent guide
smiles by my side.
While I pen this down,
With a vision in my eye.
Enough rambling. Get
to the point!
Wasting the readers’ and
your time!
Time is of the essence…
Pluck not the Rose,
while still it grows…
I am an Amateur and
ramble I will.
Have patience my
silent guide.
You are from me, why
would you then deem me mad?
Look at me and hear me, because I am
here… just for that! (Rumi)
Take your time. Take
your time; signals the silent guide.
I’ve been here since
the birth of time.
You too junaid, like
many others, will pass unheard of
Into a world your heart yearns for.
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