- Vol. 06
- Chapter 03
One Day: A Ghazal
Who knows the sun may not rise one day
There may not be any butterflies one day
The leaves of calendar, the hands of clock
Machine survives while man dies one day
Why do I keep doing this to myself? A new
Theme of life I need to improvise one day
‘To be, or not to be, that is the question’
Hamlet’s fix will surely paralyze one day
If you keep walking along the beaten track
Conformity will surely fossilize one day
Her exit without a word has cast a gloom
Will it prove a blessing in disguise one day?
Why did you risk all in the game of love?
Your folly will open your eyes one day
Nothing grows in this barren, bleak world
Truth will amaze as a pack of lies one day
The rut of routine is a recurring refrain
Why doesn’t my soul rhapsodize one day?