کچھ نیا کرنے کی خواہش میں پرانے ہو گئے بال چاند…

Life started laughing in the city of silhouette
When the moon rose, all the scenes became beautiful.

It rained on the sand but less on the town
In this new season, even the clouds have started to fall.

He remembers me when he sees the clouds
It has been so long since I heard this story.

Often I keep connecting the covers of a story
Whose all characters are people! They have become restless

Mir's diwan eyes, the poem of body established
I don't know whose name all my treasures have become

The dream of proximity was an incomplete impression on the sand.
Akmal became hundred excuses for increasing the distance.

(Fluent Akmal)