River
On my way to river
With low- eyes, I turned around,
When you looked into my eyes-
Any lustre in my eyes shone!
Any smile!
Behold, the birds warble,
Behold wheat spikes
in the breeze, trembling,
Behold, like the dew,
on the grass, my heart,
Intone and shine.
On my way to river
When you looked into my eyes,
Hovering! my soul's bee around:
Do not shift your eyes, said!
Look at me again look.
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
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