She Poem by Abrar Ajaz Wani

She is the thought that struck,
In the deep nights of loneliness
The charm of soul and nobility
She has a magical wand.
Just in one sight-
She takes away everything.
Just in one smile-
She gives peace of everything.
She is present in every heart-throb,
I can see the city mad for her.
She comes to me but I know not!
For the one who holds misfortune,
How can be he so lucky for tryst?
Alas! She can't be found, I felt
In the misery lines of my hand.
And so behold therein O heart!
She is the moon of rising-spring
And ye not more than autumn-dawn.
She, the queen of your soft thoughts
Can't walk beside to lie in ruins.
The fire and storm of eternal fire,
Will burn you both then, for sure!