through the majestic purple mountains
through the expanse of valleys they surround
through the running crystal clear streams
in the green meadows that turn gold
in the setting sun
is an atonement of lovein the setting sun
we perceive.
But is the passing of every
cherished second
never to be felt again
Is search for a
perfect trail
of an age that passes
with each unique treasured moment
of the mortal discovery we know as life.
Zeeba T. Hashmi
13th July,2012
Lahore
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