Neither scenic village nor hustling city;
Neither comforting home nor expensive dwelling;
Neither the rivalry of the siblings nor the caregiving relatives;
Neither a walk through the streets of market commotion nor sitting in the light of silence for hours at the crossroads;
Neither that special friend nor that frenemy;
Neither unrequited love nor silent hate;
Neither Living in dreams; nor sleepy in wakefulness;
Neither the birth of Saint nor the death of Satan;
It’s the moments doing their job for the yearning Eye.
Cause, the eyes that cry not is not a living eye!
Authored By
Zain Khan
