She gazes me with the cruel looks,
And forces me to burn all my books.
All my knowledge, learning and wisdom stops
When with cunning smile she parts her locks.
I am captivated and left with no other choice
Though I know I would pay a heavy price.
She poses divinity and enslaves my wits,
I am torn into pieces and left in small bits.
Only she can win me salvation, what I suffer,
So ton stay with her I always prefer.
She is my Ophelia, my Helen and my Raina,
I always love her more than goddess Diana
by Ibrahim Khokhar