Swimming across was taking me
Those hills beyond has much hope there
The silver was like the Mediterranean cloud
From the sunset in the west the line was gold
I might have wept for the weak shoulder of him
Her fortune I would read on the lines of her lips
The silver lining had the truth revealed
To all is their share of happiness bestowed
My blessings would for them never end
Gold would be the simple ceremony of love
We may see the saga of life in symphony sung
Some drum beats to repeat the song again
Islamabad
12/4/2010
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