The land of my true Origins, is trying dost to call me home.
Yet "Home - Where the Heart is lodged", is not to me clearly known.
Because the Heart belongs to soil, to deserts of my seduction.
Is Home then merely Hind-o-Pak, or my literal Origin?

This I ask of you my dear, O you reader of these lines.
What do you think pulls you here? Message are all divine!
Every moment is an aayah(t), every event is a sign.
Words you read are meant for you, don't you think that these are mine!

Can past accomplishments but measure what the future may behlod?
The stuff of stars can become me, babies one day become old.
What then says that I can not, according to my own desire,
take this soul and say "BECOME", and become not, NOOR UNTOLD?