Out of the Count of Life
I am a psychologist from Pakistan. l am a thinker, observer, avid reader, writer, and past-time story-maker.
Out of the count of life
The bird that came out of the queue
Breaking chains of beats
The heart came out of waiting
Whatever I trusted
He came out my trust
On what basis will you live?
Wait also came out of control
There were so many colors of pain
Tears welled up in his eyes
Friends don't care
Man is not respected
I need a pendulum
The head does not bow
Death repeatedly comforted
There is no shortage of fear
Borders are the destiny of the earth
The sky is not divided
Friendship with you is impossible
Oil does not dissolve in water
The pain is formless
Which has no cost
Everyone is sad to live
Not everyone is sad to die
Everyone's eyes are on it
Whose arm does not have a tail
Let's embrace without beating
Not everyone has a bomb in their jacket
Not familiar with the sun that commands
Such soils are not moist
