The pearl slipped from the eye

Large, they showered down

Like the drizzle of spring,

And in this woeful town

Born was the goddess of love

With virtue, innocence and grace,

And in this fiendish crowd,

On celestial hierarchy she pace.

The daisy white I see,

With cider smile on lips,

Colour as white as snow,

Dressed in the gold strips.

The bounty of God to man

Has given me the joyous cry,

To keep her away from the sins;

Shall always be my try

Copyright © 2001 Khan, Khalid Raza