The woven fabric in rectangular counts br The tip of needle the tapestry in calligraphy br To write the way as sung by maestros br Written in gold stitched in silk br Colored with rare leaves roots and barks br Diluted by rain water and dew on petals br br What I relate to in the nature in universe br Nailed to earth to keep the connections br In the air revolving around the centre br God also owns a piece of land or all earth br And heaven belongs to when he is seen br In idealized self to conquer the planet br The meaning of truth shall no one know br Mystery has gone diversified abound br To time as it breaks the humanity br In pieces divided one collective soul br br Had I known that living means in line br Apart from hard work some skills br And knowledge of this and that br I wished tonight was another night br To bring forth what is written in fate br Good times ahead of bad as moments go br One by one each passing day brings br To a close the judgment of the day br br Without my choosing in eternal loss br As man goes except for perseverance br Patience and all values of valor and love br Had it not been for fear of loosing the love br What today shall never be tomorrow br At any cost as we do not know br Where our voices and wailings go br br A great battle has been won what next br When the senses no more accept pleasure br What other meaning to the life may be given br When the coquetry of beloved is just br Even not an illusion to begin the fancy br With dual clutches of living and death br How my love I can smile back to you br 1732009br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br