On thy face is thy palm
In thy soul is a great calm

In thoughts deep you are lost
Peep through always into the frost

Have become eternal your this gaze
To looker on always amaze

Thy sitting posture, changes not
And pretty gesture with love fraught

By praising your smile poets and sages
Have become famous and earned wages

No body knows what these rows
On thy forehead something shows

Perhaps About man you are worried
In his thought are you buried?

Your lips are bound but they sound
A foresight of, sweeping change around

When love would be reside in all
No casualty and no death toll

People will live in close relations
All around with peace, would be the nations

akram saqib

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