Saturday, March 28, 2015

HER HAIR, HER FACE, HER MOLES

Her Hair, Her Face, Her Moles
by Rizwan Ahmed Memon
Last night
As she came
On the roof,
Stars became dim;
The moon lost
Its all brightness.
When she opened
Her long braids,
Clouds started moving.

The time
She went back
The stars recovered;
The moon shined
And clouds gathered.


One day,
I asked them
Why was that?
The stars said,
The moles on her cheeks
Are brighter than us.
The moon replied,
Her face shines more than me.
And the clouds concluded,

Her hair is darker than us.
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