Zeenat iqbal hakimjee
My spirit soars up to the sky,
As I on the lush green carpet lie.
Ecstasy envelopes my always
As sudden wind-blown ripples,
In the pond start.
As the winter suns, warm rays,
Caress my being I do sway
Frolicking and frisking, from here to there,
Like a lamb, the desire, I wish to bear.
May you bloom forever, my Garden of Eden,
Make my thoughts soar up to the Seventh Heaven.