Beyond the words could say,
Beyond the sights could reach,
A beautiful world, a peculiar world,
Where dreams are colourful
And wind blow with fragrance. . .

Where rose bloom in plenty
And birds sing at their best.
Where stars shine brightest
And moonlit nights smile out.

I wish I were there. . .
To part with the grievance of life
To fill my heart with happy thoughts
To see the jovial scene of green
And to mock at the naught bee;

Ifthikar Ali
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