One Mesmerizing Beauty, One Day.
I Met A Lady, In The Shades Of Darks
Who That Lady, Mysterious Word For A Poet
She The Lady Is The Efficacy Of Poet's Writing, Now.
Lady, She Isn't Womanly As Others.
She Dont Love Donuts, She Dont Love Cakes.
Lady, She Isn't Selfsame As Others.
Being With Her, Brings A Tremendous Breath.
Intoxication Is Her Voice, My Sleep Is Attuned Of.
I Drowse In The Laps Of Her Tunefullness.
In Euphony Of The Lady's Voice, I Stay Whole Night.
Lyricism Of Her Soothing Voice Makes Me Sleep,
I Wake With The Melody Of Lady's Voice.
After Dusk, Lady And I
Hand In Hand , We Walk In Dark.
Oh ! Head On My Shoulder, We Talk In Dark.
I Brought A Rose, And The Droplets Graced Those Feeble Petals, Florist Smile Soothed Me.
Its First I Gave A Rose To A lady.
She"Its First I Accepted A Rose By A Men"
The Rose Was More Beautified In The Hand Of My lady.
© Danish Zia
