Shalimar City Park Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Shalimar City park where we walk with our kids.
On its stone walls, we do see the images of a hart and a doe.
And the wild fawns are giving cheers to the visitors.
These antique animals have dwelled in these bushes.
through the dim ages.
It's the fairest place where the oak grows parallel.
To parallel with the great maples, by travelling
Eastward, the smoke blows over the high snowy hills.
And mythmakers invent their own stories, which never
existed in the past but brings
a momentary joy
In the ears of the listeners, they do paint these stories.
With their lovely colors, Suman loves to cook
Wild delicious in the open azure sky in the Greek oaks
By night, they 're refashioned by
azure lights,
When the valley breeze hails for long hiking
With its sweet notes, she smokes before the fire pot
While drinking wild coffee, she designed the entire route.
Along with flower pots, she owns a pair of Pashmina goats.
Eating the leafy twigs of the roses inside the wood,

When sunshine falls on fresh snow, the scene evokes
In her mind sweet dreams and pleasing hopes.
From precious wild herbs she prepares the liquors,
And serve their guests like me.
And to other
People like the hikers or the swimmers,
Whoever appears at her door, she gives away to those who suffer.
The young woman emerged a true lover.