(13 May 1977 / Swabi)

To The Beloved

All praises you in words untold
The poets, the people young and old
Your charms, fantasy of flowery fragrance
Your body is termed with silver and gold
For you the thrills and chills of life goes
For you the soul and heart being sold
The life being shed with tears and sorrows
For you the stars, the moon light borrows

by Abdul Sattar

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