I was always on walk...
In the strange land...
...With no boots in my feet...
...In a long loose black phiran...
...With a hood on my head;
I was looking for the eyes...
...that stared straight at me...
...From the day I left her garden...
...as she wished, and commanded;
I looked for her home on the earth...
...I was amazed to find...
...She had numerous homes...
...On and outside the world!
I went from door to door, but found...
...Every door was closed...
...Dejected and distressed,
...I returned half way...
...And entered into my house...
..And found her already there...
...Waiting for me;
Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah!
Mykoul
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