May your life in museum become restless

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You were a true north, the guiding star

Guiding travelers in their journeys of far

Now you are in museum as a stone useless

Your diamond — then priceless now worthless

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Your passion was a series of books unending

Of legends of bravery spent in defending

Now in the game of struggle and stress

Your ambition — then fearless now hopeless

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You were the one from the greatest empire

In which everyone lived by its own desire

Now, your existence for this world, a distress

Your wisdom — then ruthless now toothless

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And what was the scene of your joy!

Back then, your leaves were a source of soy

Now your trees rotting in seasonal stress

Your orchard — then endless now fruitless

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Bring forth that human now lost in you

Where your presence — for flowers a dew

Unleash your creativity as a force doubtless

Your future — from homeless to endless

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-Khawaja Bilal Hussain