AN ODE TO A BABY
MATLOOB BOKHARI
I saw a baby in a valley wet with dews
Standing in the wholesome herbs
And flowers of fresh hues
Plain air was ruffling her hair
She was honey sweet and a pure chaste flower
No bee has ****** her; no wasp has stung her
The valley was alive with the music of stream
With flowers so various, so beautiful, so new,
So stunning sunlit blue sky, so sweet cool breeze
In the valley , the baby was the most delightful flower
I praised her with all my heart and with all my mind
O sweet heaven, lucky will be the one
Who would taste her before his death
Few moments in the valley have made a forever memory
I still smell the perfume of her beauty when lay awake at night
The baby even to date brightens up my soul with her smiles
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
AN ODE TO A BABY
MATLOOB BOKHARI
I saw a baby in a valley wet with dews
Standing in the wholesome herbs
And flowers of fresh hues
Plain air was ruffling her hair
She was honey sweet and a pure chaste flower
No bee has ****** her; no wasp has stung her
The valley was alive with the music of stream
With flowers so various, so beautiful, so new,
So stunning sunlit blue sky, so sweet cool breeze
In the valley , the baby was the most delightful flower
I praised her with all my heart and with all my mind
O sweet heaven, lucky will be the one
Who would taste her before his death
Few moments in the valley have made a forever memory
I still smell the perfume of her beauty when lay awake at night
The baby even to date brightens up my soul with her smiles
