Pharaohs Treasure
Fame intoxicates,
Even when it’s twice as potent,
Yet, every master of their craft
Is eventually forgotten.
Love, though it carries the essence of self,
What remains after it departs,
But a numbing indifference?
Wealth, too, is but a temporary affair,
Look at the Pharaohs’ treasures,
Lying cursed, forsaken.
Nothing is worthy
Of honor or reverence.
Life itself…
Even that, how reliable is it?
– Azra Mughal
