A Slice of Heaven: Nishat's Garden By Er Haider Khan

Kind like an angel She comes unseen from everywhere; Scarcely see through the bars of wrath; Her wings are stretched in search of sincere soul; The caged queen is singing for having me. Ahem! The queen sings with fearful whisper; And sound is heard from the distant hills; Alas! She is with white covered feathers; Hiding her face under bright white feathers; Calling from hill to embrace; The writer soothed her soul for grace. Rotation revolves on rest and time pauses in walk; Have seen flowers burning out of her lip warmth; Morning air gazes to touch for eternal fragrance; For I could help myself thinking of love I write you. Her voice is of angels soothing to absent souls; Repels Doppler and oscillates in heart beats; Epoch forget for your presence to unveil your face; When I am finding obsession being with her; Enormous eras come into an end.