/// Look! My friend It is true that my existence will be graved after death- you forget me, as speed squander particle existence-- earth could not remember-- either it will be deformed or dissolved---
Memory decays as rolling stone- forget and fade twinkle childhood, as daffodils wither at evening---
Today's child the father of tomorrow Aye reminisces the past and decide the future, today's peppy stream with its chime, tomorrow's buried river- only articulate history
Civilization, culture and fashion, those are transfigured by time- I see, truth has grown as a lie as the sun rises in the west, men have made the conversion to lie- as politics become poly tricks-
Igneous to metamorphic rock, by the process of nature with time- the ultimate truth
From summer to winter, winter to spring - pouring-- Sweet sweat- snowflakes- cuckoo sings season changeover and being--
But aftermath my friend, two things are still ******, untouched, my love-- my soul-- the power of God---- /// @Musfiq us shaleheen