The Tresses Poem by Shahzada Imtiaz Ali

When we want to change our accommodation,
Then I made a selection.
Now, years are gone in affection.
But, I am still on my direction.
I lost my way, it needs correction.

Do you know how I lose it?
In the tresses of her I lost.

Oh! ! Unfortunately, she doesn’t know.
And, I am, walking in her ringlets slow.

Can you imagine in lives?
Lovely eyes, happy smiles,

Full of excitement, never forgettable, beautiful and enormous,
Black and dark; her sweet tresses

I saw a lot of young maidens.
But, not so beautiful, even in Sweden

Yet.
I am still losing my way in her unfathomable ringlet.

I am feeling well and vast.
When I think her, in past.

Every thing might be changed but;
I can’t forget.

Because…..
I lost my way in her magnificent tresses.
Although my heart, eyes, breathes and every thing full of her love
Yet, she is calm and in peace.