conflicting the essence of life,
oblivious to the world left behind.
embracing the eternal silence beneath the curb of divine,
leaving behind his all; the longings, belongings, even respire
here, lies the soul with nothing, but DEEDS,
repenting all over, all of the past greeds
appalled by the infliction of the blazing Inferno,
the inception of which, even valors seem to cede
yelling and muttering in his doomed grave,
seeking for the last clemency, it’s TOO LATE!
Sara, Multan