With pace does darkness conquer light,
when mounts the sun the dying toll,
spied an aura grim my wistful sight,
for had poisoned all, a single bowl;
captive of death as it life betrayed,
the awakened -to the resting prayed,
'Oh! Farewell the mornings vanished pole'.

Life comes with such a temporal mien,
has it plucked the wings of future how,
though pillows of respite -I had seen,
but these feathers do no sleep allow;
do fly swift! The binders of this cause,
your pause of age, is our ageless pause-
'So, farewell the birds of heavens now'.

But, soul a machine that does not cease,
yet it fools us from our time of birth;
pass on, move towards the restful peace,
but, secluded stays its pensive worth;
Until the day, we shall meet again
at some wondrous unknown valley then.
'Ah! Farewell the travelers of this earth'.

R.N.Khan, © 2012

Raja Nosherwan

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