Evening in Gulmarg
Surrounded by high hills each rock is a masterpiece
That swells my heart with joy and delight
Shall I ever come across such a lasting peace?
The mellow Moon is gleaning woods with mystic light
Tonight it's silence; I hear not any echo boom,
But a waters musical tune is constant-
In its rhythm, the aroma of wild herbs
Are chasing the corrosponding breeze.
As soon the night goes deeper
I hear reciter's,
Sweet voices of feens singing chorus of their own,
While I sat with notebook and lovely mate,
The sky is dome, the earth is our state.
The green grass gowing vast feels like paradise;
Two forest hounds; also sat nearby hours straight
Like guards sent for us to sheild in green wood.
There is nothing like social status and prejudice,
A pillow on which we lay is like clean wool
Crafted by feen's with their fairest fingers.
It's Allah's mircle with bricks of wine
He build these towers of love
It's beyond human reach.
By morn, the young pine bloom
with sunshine
And day began with a new divine song.....
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