Sunset Gleams
time is running fast
and
now every step is worth countable
i must stay to have the shares allotted for me
and must i leave to get the shares destined 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 yellow 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 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.
Quaid Uz Zaman
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Poet's note: Of life and death.
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