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