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Sand
(4 August 1944 / Sialkot)

Sand

The sand keeps on sliding,
For it is meant to be, it keeps on sliding
Deserts retreat
with the sound of cities,
Dust fills up the springs,
Oasis begins to shrink.

The sand keeps on wandering,
For it is meant to be, it keeps on wandering,
We may try to collect,
Particle by particle,
How hard we may try,
How tightly we may
Clench our fists.

The sand keeps on slipping,
For it is meant to be, it keeps on slipping,
Memories scattered on the beach
Are washed away with returning waves,
So are the words, carved on
The sheet of water,
And all that is built with sand,
The sand keeps on spreading,
For it is meant to be, it keeps on spreading,

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