In the land of Chitral there is Kalash,
Where the mountains rise and the rivers splash,
There lived a girl with eyes of green,
The most beautiful sight I have ever seen.
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The Month of December
In Quetta city where snow abounds,
December came with icy sounds.
A winter's chill, so sharp and clear,
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Snowflakes dance in the winter sky,
A beauty that catches the eye,
Each one unique, a work of art,
Etched in water's dreams from the heart.
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I miss the snowy night of Quetta,
When the world turned into a magical vista,
Watching from my window with delight,
As snowflakes fell from the sky all night.
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Oh, Homeland, so small a word
Yet with such power and grace
A symbol of pride and identity
That fills us with love and grace
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My Tanya, fair and bright,
Your beauty shines with radiant light,
An epitome of decency, a symbol of piety,
Your grace is like a summer's breeze, so easy and free.
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A mother's love is like no other
A bond that lasts through joy and cover
Her grace and strength a constant guide
Her warmth and comfort, forever by our side
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In winter's chill, with snowflakes white,
We seek a warm and cosy light.
And what could be more fitting then,
Then a steaming cup of coffee blend.
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Here lies Buttercup, our feline friend,
With white fur as soft as downy feathers.
Green eyes that sparkled, a true gem,
Graceful gaits, a cat of all weathers.
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Beautiful Jaman trees in my backyard stand,
Their branches reaching toward the sky,
With leaves of green, they form a band,
Providing comfort as the seasons fly.
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