The Great Garden (Bagh-e-Azeem)

In winter our passions were so strong

By Spring  I am left alone 

Your visits make great garden come alive

Amidst flowers, your beauty thrive

You  maybe a queen reborn

Once you leave this garden, the flowers mourn

In spring Nature is so fresh and new

In this garden your smile is as pure as mountain dew

In the garden ,birds chit chat here and there

They ask you to sing my songs forever

I too want to touch those flowers with you

Few dreams seen with open eyes never come true

Life is  little too rough for secret admirer

His feelings are termed as typographical error

Women’s desire and Men’s love conspire

Let those hidden feelings burn like an intense fire

Let great garden record us in its history

A place where we stand us one, otherwise, it is all contradictory

 You hold the code to bloom me again

In your shadow, I rise above the mundane

Do you ever think of me in the great garden

I want to meet you soon to seek pardon