The life of Man is no more than a breath!
Breath is a wave of air, it is no more than a flow!

The flower was depicting life as a smile, but
The candle said that it is no more than a cry of grief!

The secret of life is a secret till there is a confidante
When it is open, it is nothing more than the confidante!

Somebody should ask the pilgrims of Ka’bah, O Iqbal
Is the gift of the Harem nothing more than Zamzam?