Every dusk has a dawn,

Every night is to die;

And everyday uprise the morn,

Yet the span uptil is sly.

Yet the span uptil is sly,

And inquisitive is the man;

Often left with just a sigh,

And a wait to turn up wan.

And a wait to turn up wan,

But the joy, if seen is there,

Of your joy, you are the van,

Be the victor, free from care.

Copyright © 2001 Khan, Khalid Raza