Comments about Mariyam Abid
Ah! A rose! It was known most,
By its fragrance and its splendor bloom
First it was nerved by me,
In the park, in the wake of the tree.
It was the most charming flower,
In the streak of other floras,
I chose the rose hardly. Why?
Because it was grown-up by me.
I was the one,
Who dropped the seeds at the park,
When I was a child by mistake, but today!
Do you think it was a mistake? No? Me too!
One day a thunder came,
And fluttered away the flowers,
But alone flower was saved,
I thought it was shattered, ...