Everything perishes , sooner or later-
Even the pain of separation –
The silent ecstasy of reunion
Or a rare trance of oblivion- everything perishes.
Even the pain of separation –
The silent ecstasy of reunion
Or a rare trance of oblivion- everything perishes.
Everything perishes, sooner or later;
But this heart of mine - ever so youthful
Aspire to live on –
So look inside my heart-
And yours too,
If you have the slightest of mercy to let us live.
Farif Gul Momand, Peshawar
But this heart of mine - ever so youthful
Aspire to live on –
So look inside my heart-
And yours too,
If you have the slightest of mercy to let us live.
Farif Gul Momand, Peshawar
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