This one was lost br To the night's seeds br To the hopes of flowering moons br With him die the cosmic ambitions br Sight of stars and rising suns br He is said to have flown like an invisible bird br He or she would make little difference br We loose br And we again go through many births br I do not remember whose birth I am br So no other will remember whose birth br I shall be br Except that like spirits with powers br In myths br Some shall live longer than many others br This is a grim circumvolution of existence br No matter br All the lies that we tell ourselves br br Islamabad br 1562010br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br