A dream, that I do not wake up from.
A fire, that I burn in.
A light, that I follow.
A darkness, that I fall in.
A rain, that I get drizzled with.
A storm, that I get caught in.
A gust, that I fly with.
A tide, that I drown in.
A life, that I live.
A death, that I welcome.
– Hasnain Raza Baloach
Hasnain Raza Baloach 