One
The beauty that heralds a day,
The harshness that calls it a night ;
The sweetness that allows a wrong ,
The sour that forces a right .
Two
The breaths that bring us here,
The sighs that take us away.
The tears that lie within ;
The smile that still makes way .
Three
The ground that shouts "The world is hard ." ,
The dew which whispers "No , it's not ."
The pet that flies in a shrouded cage ;
The bird which chirps " But wings don't age ."
Four
The findings that are now all yours ,
The quests that are yet to be met .
The glow of a candle that walked with you;
The wax of one by which you slept.
Five
Echoed Azan , ears of noon ,
Flying sparrows , nest ahoy !
Shalik pairs , joy the boon ,
Peek-a-boo , man and boy !
Six
The sky that nests in eyes ,
The clouds that pass with winks ;
The breeze that laughs and cries ;
The light that strikes and sinks .
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