Throughout the world

Temporary pleasure

People after it

Like moths

Gathering, burning and dying

On a lit candle.

Published in: Us Magazine 

Never Again

What rain has washed away

Be given and washed again

What wills have burnt with a candle aflame

Be born again like several moths

What time has thrown and rusted

Be given again and strong as iron

What crimson the heart has bled a lot

Let it be pain, but never love again

 

Published @ Us Magazine Pakistan