Qurrathul Ain

A very small house on top of a tree,

Just with the necessities,

In the countryside with the flowers and rivers.


Morning starts with windows opening to sunrises,

Singing birds and talking animals,

A music to the ears.


Neighbours like family,

Lively feast together,

Making just enough money to live and give,

Back home before twilight.


Evenings spent over chit-chats, tea and books,

That melodious laughter of ours,

Echoing through the forest to the heavens.


Watching the moon rise,

With hands entwined,

Counting the stars together.


Top it all off with a kiss on the tiny little foreheads,

Send them off safely to their dreamland,

Head laid on his shoulder,

Until we fall asleep early.


'Bless them happiness',

Said the angels smiling down upon them.



  • Author: Qurra Ain (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2024 04:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: The ideal kind of life. Is it possible?
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