Athar mudasir
The glimmering day turned to haste
When thy faithful fell at last.
Thee weight of evil raised over thee horizon
Sky enveloped thy modesty with gloomy veil,
Pouring drops of heaven to call men,
Hold on thy patience.
Thy screaming crowd with dead soul came on their knee to mourn thy presence.
How foolish and hasty has been mankind ever,
It's not thy who has mingled soul with soil.
It's the death of ideas which got slaughtered by the greed of men.
You just came and left with attend milestone.
It's not the lotus which emerged though mud but a disease.
Disease which has covered thy soul and heart.
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