dr_junaid wrote:Home***** Sickness
My old age like a leaf,
Flies along with the chilly wind,
At the end of Autumn.
Life drifts unstably,
Mixing in endless sorrow.
Day by day, I live alone
In a great deserted silence.
Night by night, I sleeplessly dream about my old land.
All life's aspects seem to be in the destiny
Of flowing clouds and drifting water lilies.
There have been so many separations,
But there have been more limited unions.
Love and remembrance,
How can I appease?
It is too far, far out of reach!
I would like to be a sunny seed
In the fresh country of yellow pines
I would like to be a drop of water,
Dissolving in the heart of Indus River (Sindhu Darya)
(my pretty Ole Hyderabad.....it's for you)
I miss you a lot.......Half a world away..
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