When a fair sound of chattering bird
Through a huge gigantic tree was heard.
A Poet stopped by and sat no the foot,
In search of happiness in search of good.
Soon a thought came into his mind,
Of a fair lady full quite and humbly kind.
A Brook that was flowing across the hill
With no movement was silent and still.
A smile that was more sweet than cherry,
And even sweeter was her restless beauty.
A boy was there who loved her of no cause ,
And wants her to smile through her life.
She told him about all the pain she bear,
About sorrow and all her unshedful tear.
Her heart, like wax, no was even softer,
That melts and lighten up the atmosphere.
M.Saifuddin
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