O Nazm, a cry rises from the dust of the road asking: O past life, where have you vanished, and where have you cast me away?

In this poignant couplet, the poet imagines his broken, aged self as the dust of the road—scattered, trodden upon, and discarded by the wayside. He addresses his departed youth ('umr-e-rafta'), asking with deep regret where it vanished after hurling him into such loneliness and despair. It is a tender and heartbreaking reflection on the relentless march of time and the helplessness of looking back at a vibrant life that has slipped away.