Pondering About You
On thy face is thy palm
In thy soul is a great calm
In thoughts deep you are lost
Peep through always the frost
Eternal is your this gaze
Lookers on always amaze
Thy sitting posture, changes not
Pretty gesture with love fraught
Copying your smile, the sages
Have won the praise of ages
Nobody knows these rows
On thy forehead what shows
About human you are worried
In his thought are you buried?
Your lips are bound yet sound
A foresight of change around
When love would be end all
No casualty and no death toll
There would be cordial relations
In peace, would be the nations
Copyright © Akram Saqib | Year Posted 2018
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