(13 May 1977 / Swabi)

The Morning Dew

Soft, clean and shining pearl
With so much freshness and charm
From whose eye you dropped?
You are cold instead of warmth
That prevail the spirit to wave
Along the waving of roses

Dusty faces of grasses cleaned
By your touch of graceful delight
Fresh air touches every branch
And get your perfume back
Its a moment to be fresh and fair
O the morning dew you shine here

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