The past is something, <br />you lost, <br />and becoming last of the last, <br />and future is a weather forcast, <br />the paradise is distant, <br />dream, walking empty hands, <br />a sketch made on the sands, <br />When we see by closing eyes, <br />Our vision dies, <br />Placing universe on temporal measure, <br />one page of life we tear, <br />better to do, <br />what you want, <br />and leave what you dont want,<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unreal-and-real/
