The picture of yours, I saw
some days ago, two or three
a dress, you were wearing
and a scarf, on shoulder, waving
In that dress, black as pitch
you were looking like a "hoor"
my heart stopped, for a moment
skipped a beat one after another,
pondering I am, to that mirror
what would have happened;
it must have shimmered,
by the touch of your presence
the flower in your home's lawn
must have flourished,
by the grace of your essence
the leaves of tree, around your home
must have danced, by the touch of Zephyr
that at first, touched your scarf
the stars, in that night,
up in the sky, black and void
must have sparkled more
by the sight of your radiant face
oh my moon, for one more time
just wear that dress only for me
I wanna see, just wear it once
till I count from one to three
©aariz
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