In this game of life We have been through a myriad of roads and realms While looking outside Sometimes you feel Your eyes are not what they have been While treading along a path Sometimes it occurs to you These are the legs of a stranger you are walking with In this game of life Everybody wears a paradox New in one moment Old in the next Last night We sat for hours under the moon You gleamed far beyond the horizons of my imagination And like the hand of an ailing man I trembled on the bosom of time In the very moment A fresh dream you sent to me And by the shade of that dream Hand in hand with each other We looked ahead An unexpected dust covered the grey mountains And began a horse race I wonder To where vanished all those hues and shades of life A moment earlier that lay scattered by that mountain? In search of a grave We drifted far away from each other And never met again Before the second dream! This is a Balochi poem written by Munir Momin Published in Daily Times, November 23rd 2017.