I heard the cries of woeful heart,

I heard them say to me:

You are the one, but made for me!

You are my fantasy.

I am the chill, of life and death;

I am the sparkling star,

I can but show the ray of hope;

I can but go in far.

The zest of life has gone in pain,

My strife is paving way,

I can detest the woeful storm

That took my friends away.

Copyright © 2002 Khan, Khalid Raza