when i was just a baby lying in my cotone thing i remembered and ive not forgotthat was **** lullaby that she sang to meshe sang it very softly. as gently as can beher voice it was so lovely gentle and sincerei could hear her singing softly in my earthen she would rock my cradle rock it too and frotill my eyes were closing then off to sleep i gonow i have grown up i get teardrop in my eye every time i think of mamas lullaby

You'd find the curtains lightly dancing
to the tune of that song,
to which we'd bashfully waltzed
the first time you had held me,
You'd smell the musk
Spreading its wings in the air,
That you once said, drove you
dizzy when you were around me,
You'd find poetry singing softly
Behind the veil of silence,
Reading aloud my verses of love,
Calligraphed on the bare canvas
Of my skin, in Urdu,
Curving and turning shyly,
For you to trace with gentle fingers,
Right to left, misra to misra,
Sher to sher,
The beher of each caress
Matching the stirring of my breaths,
Culminating at its pinnacle,
Into a ghazal, your ghazal,
That would, with demure grace,
Take form and calmly embrace,
The raging fire, the desperate uproar
Lashing at my parched, starved soul.