The world in beauty is replete,
But nothing can with my love compete.
She is an epitome of simplicity, I know,
Even the loftiest Eiffel to her grace bow.
When she smiles thousands of flowers bloom,
Haplessness is discarded and even relief in gloom.
While she parts her locks during talk,
To this style even the Helen gets shock.
She brings peace when the mind suffers,
The truth smiles but the worst shudders….
By Mohammad Ibrahim