Neither scenic village nor hustling city; Neither comforting home nor expensive dwelling; Neither the rivalry of the siblings nor the caregiving relatives; Neither a walk through the streets of market commotion nor sitting in the light of silence for hours at the crossroads; Neither that special friend nor that frenemy; Neither unrequited love nor silent hate; Neither living in dreams; nor sleepy in wakefulness; Neither the birth of Saint nor the death of Satan; It’s the moments doing their job for the yearning eye. Cause, the eyes that cry not is not a living eye! Authored By Zain Khan
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