Symphony
Hear! The kin of life!
Not all wishes are fulfilled,
We’re compelled into,
The cage of circumstances.
Right here, the course is its personal,
The style is its personal.
Right here, the evening of companion,
Typically, should utter separation.
Typically right here, spring seems like autumn,
And also you, entwined with the ruins of the previous!
Lament on the rise of the current.
Why puzzled and distressed?
You might be trustworthy to your sacred beliefs,
Sure to the chain of loyalty,
You might be steadfast with the troubled,
A beacon for the dark-fated.
However for the toil of those years of yours,
One other lifetime is required,
When time turns into the treatment for ache,
Each wound will discover its treatment.
Simply preserve the flame of ache burning shiny.
Aslam Murad