A Window Of Openness Poem by Quaid - Uz- Zaman

Whatever I do, this or that is destined to happen,
According to Nature's laws, both mutable and immutable,
At His will.
The wind blows, changing its direction;
Red roses bloom and wither,
The air holds, or does not hold, the whispers of fleeting shadows,
And the dark fragrance,
A question, a spark for human desire.
Here, touch, smell, and hearing must confront reality.
Stars, moons, planets, and galaxies, born, re-borning, or dead,
All in vast emptiness yet full of surprises—
A thought for craving souls.