Taking promenade, i met a lady...
Having sleak blonde hairs.............

Asked me what do you do here?
With peculair smile i replied......

With short height, bulky figure
What can i do here..................

Adjusting her glasses............
She promptly said.................

As if she remembered something
She called out to me.................


Whose daugter are you.............
I guess you are daughter of Ilyas a person well_known

Younger two daughter of him seem like groom
Having beauty beyond the someone predict on


But

Eldest daugther of whom..
Being proved bad omen for their home..
Outward Appearance of her's filling their life with thornes..
Hath personality as clumsy loam...................................

Hearing this, i lowered my eyes
Rubbed my palms,
Tears came on..

Till then to still....

With such wistfull desire my life is going on..

'I WOULD THAT I WERE NOT DAUGHTER OF YOUR HOME'

Farah Ilyas

Farah Ilyas

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