Life but a sparkling star,

Why paves my route away?

Leaving no wound but scar,

My tear would skid and stray.

Less full of lure was sin,

Less painful but was joy,

Why the fiend cajoled me thin?

Why brought a conditioned toy?

Look back, I cry, and see

Devoid I and devil rich!

The parting should have made me be

Before falling down the ditch

Copyright © 2002 Khan, Khalid Raza