I found a traveller two years ago
Who has got an arrow but no bow?
Who was unaware, which way to go?
If you asked her something, she said, “I don’t know”
But don’t know how, she got the way
Walking alone, she was never astray
Whenever she wanted to choose anything
Everything was like in her tray
One day she decided to find a new way
After several months, she found her day
Holding someone’s hand, why she still afraid?
But she thought she had found her way
In reality she was still far away
She hadn’t got habit to look back again
She shows as she has got no pain
Why loving sometimes seems all in vain
Why she want to cry in the rain
Now I saw some light in her
I keep asking, it might not be her
But I fear this light may not vanish again
The journey of light (noor) may not perish again
Oh Allah, I pray she may find in her
A candle who wants to burn again
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