Whenever I write on her , blank pages get so colourful
Her description brings festive ink so beautiful
Death is called by poets of legends on me
I make them all jelaous when I write on SHE
I beautified all thats been called on me and curses
Little do they know , these are mere restricted verses
I talk to the Most High when I'm in smile
I go in lenghts about her forgettin' all time
Proud to take her name in ways and celebrate her
I wished on miracles and in gift Heaven on me placed her
I wish to continue even death invites soon
Call her name when in sleep and see my grave bloom


© Shaheen