(Samia Kalsoom, Channi Rehan)

When cloud’s heart become full it cries in the form of rain, mountains full of grief spits out its poison in form of volcano, flowers wither during sunlight of sorrows. Everything in this world releases its sorrow but how helpless is human being… he is not a cloud which can rain, he is neither a mountain which can blast nor a flower that can wither. Sorrow inside human eats him like termite eats wood and after years of this process human defeats all these things by dying.