Matter of past. Poem Najma masood

 

We were Joseph of the time, now it's past

You were kind to us, it's only a matter of past

I remember seeing red roses

We were young too, it's just a matter of past

Those were the days when we were in your heart

The subject of the story was only me

O caravan of Lala and Gul,  do you remember

We were  leader of caravan, it's only a matter of past

Friends who are missing in life today

They were among us, It is only a matter of past

They ask each other these are same way

The landmarks are still but thing of the past.