The heart of man plans his way
But the Lord directs his steps
Says the holy book
THE WAY:
This is pragmatic
Known to some
A mystery it remains to many
Hidden in the deep
Are treasures of the earth
Above in the sky
Are fortunes of glory
A way leads to its bolt
If I walk North
Along the path of the Nile
And you fly up
To the moon like Apollo
In a way defined to follow
We will still meet again?
Like animals in the forest
Hunted by Iqbal Mauladad the great
Never to return home
So does death hunt us all
If we never meet again
And I was your turmoil
Impeding your source of happiness
Will you cry for my demise?
Like Juliet of Shakespeare
And I be your Romeo
Duty calls
Long gone and disconnected
Never to meet in heaven or hell
Will I still linger in your heart?
A day to all things
A way to all end
If we never meet again
Promise to live without me
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