How you can go back,
to your past of mighty stories,
with rusted future,
like a person, waiting,
for someone, who is standing at his back door.
And unkind are gazing faces at doors,
which were open day and night for you,
and draughts of hot airs,
coming to you from the
monsoons clouds,
either you or everyone,
in this world is de natured.
and you want paradise,
in price of death,
Rafique Farooqi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/de-natured/
