A smile like spring,
Full of innocence,
Soul sanctified,
Living in paradise.
Such was the princess,
With jewels adorned
Colours embraced.
Wrapped in velvet,
With nothing to fear,
Eyes unknown of tear.
No thought of tomorrow,
Past, having no sorrow.
A joyful princess
Then season changed
And summer grew
No more it’s pink,
Life turned to blue.
Burned each inch
A bleeding princess
Her chastity torn,
She left forlorn.
Her wings were clipped,
A useless princess
Soon autumn arrived
With empty twilight
And silent choir
A sleepless princess
Played hide and seek
Flew with the wind
Crumbled and trampled
A withered princess
Then by the end
Frozen by words
Chilling pain within
A numb princess
Tied in broken bonds,
Muffled discussions
Excruciating wishes
A carcass of princess.
Saqii
5:48am 31may, 2014
Omaima wonderful. Yaar look this is the essence of life. What comes is bound to go. Imam Ali Ibn E Abi Talib (AS) says, that which is countable will come to an end. So why not advise princess to ornate her character to which death means nothing.
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ReplyDeleteGreat job Umaima. loved it
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