yellowed leaves must shed from their branches
fully matured fragrance of flowers
must fade away from them
the life seen in bubbles
dissolves air into air
bitter must turn all tatses of life
as turn to salt the sweetest oasis one day
all must enjoy their self
melody of life becomes off tune one day
thirstying for self the wine
drops down from parched lips by same hands
O! nisar this world is mortal
all great scenes change to void one day
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