Under the foothills of graceful Zabarwan
walking the Boulevard
besides the prismatic waters of Dal Lake
under the delectable shade
of silently specked dome
with twinkling gems of heaven
or under the shades of a cyprus tree in Nishat
conversations drenched in dulcet tones
if your idol of adorations
smiles not
decrypt the code hidden
decrypt that her heart is not soaked in your love
this company will come to pass
like a punctured balloon
if your desires are sincere
let the dove free from
the clutches of convention
she might fly high beyond the horizon
and turn into a cherub
overlooking Nishat, Dal, Boulevard, Zabarwan
and me!
©®KawsarKhalil
Kashmir, India
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