In the city of pearls

In city of pearls

In early morning I saw her fairy  face in golden

Dew such beauteous in my life I 

saw, but only 

A few, while I gave my hand in her tender hand

I knew, that I shall be again to Hyderabad.

Love is as strange as the waning moon with the 

Passage of time changing its mood. through 

My past prime, I do remember.

In the early 

Morning, I saw her fairy face 

In the golden 

dew. If the wheel of fortune turns 

again and 

The golden youth holding us will 

remain one day 

We shall surely meet; in the city 

of pearls 

Again. In the early morning I saw her fairy face 

In the golden dew,  in the golden dew----------

©Poet Affaq