The Night, The Rain, The Lady Poem by Dr. Insha Iftikhar

The rain
The candle
The mirror!
Oh! I wish I had a perfect expression!
The essence of the rain,
An immense charm,
The velvety night
And the drizzle!

This night: Delicate as a new born baby
This fragrance!
It has come from my dream!
The magical beauty of the night
Can be felt and felt deeply.

The night
Has come with an answer
The night, so bestowed
It's gentle touch
Calms my soul!

Tonight, I find
A mystic lady within
She asks silent questions
Her gentle power is reflected
in my shinning eyes.

She is sombre,
Vast,
Madly great,
A freshly bloomed flower
And yes, a lioness too.
She is a cloud,
Not confined;
Yet I prison her!
Why? They ask me!
The answer lies hanging in the
Pleasant air of this night
But let that be.
Let the mystery be
Till she
Breaks free!