Evening in Gulmarg
Ah, the heavenly breeze sailed to splendid site 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 th...