No more would my heart nestle with me,

I shall pass over the tide;

Restrict myself to the far, and fear:

My enemy, shall be my guide

To the best, and the worse, I’ve seen,

I see, and I shall see

Till my journey takes yet another turn:

Behold the door of maturity!

My pace had been so swift, yet sudden

Had been my fall, drifted I

From the regular chores, and enthrall

The misery of loss... Sigh!

Copyright © 2002 Khan, Khalid Raza