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