HAYAT MAHMUD
We are not Gods. Were you one of it?
Errors— that human beings usually perform
You have paid a lot for interminable mistakes
We have to pay for all those inheritance.
When human beings goes at the end of error and blunder
As you have gone in your past
The trees and dusts live on
In its fragrance, smell and memories.
We too live with your memories
Your blood will turn into flowers, morning will reach our doors.