Waseem A Malla (Radbugh Srinagar(Jammu and Kashmir))

The Dusk: Who ordered it to be? And the dawn?
The Light that never faded- ever and anon?

He, the Majestic, gave thorns their prick,
He painted flowers of hues with His crayon;

These valleys, so green, full of life, and the sky,
Over my head a roof, under my feet a lawn;