Zoya Poem by Sahil SharifdinEnglish

ZOYA is an ordinary girl
With rosy lips and eyes as pearl.
Her hair reaches herlower back.
Coldest hearts,she can hack.
Ninety percent kind ten percent mean.
She is only sixteen.
She talks mature and sweet.
Her voice increases heartbeat.
Arched eyebrows, broad forehead,
Her touch can wake up dead.
Her prayers are very long.
Her faith is very strong.
She wears always decent dress,
A beautiful lady in progress.
Helping others is her aim.
Of parents,a beloved dame.
Lately she was very sad
After a break up with a lad.
But, she found a new boy
Who is embodiment of joy.
Sweet dishes she always cooks
Andloves her school books.
She tops the entire class.
She is a miracle lass.
Her virtues more and sins less,
A good human being, I guess.
Loved by world, home and God.
ZOYA is a golden rod.