Comments about Vera Sidhwa
Your Halo Far Away
Look how the breeze kisses the roses so gently,
And how the green glittering leaves sing in harmony.
See the constellations stand still, for that is their fate,
Yet people look at each other with hate.
Please, aren't you coming today? Oh, I see your halo far away.
Won't you save our day, we beg you to come today.
There seems to be a tune in the air, and the birds sing as if they have no care.