As A Little Pretty Lass! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

The glorious sun was in the heart of the horizon.
The day was long and deep.
what a shower!
A rising cloud brought for the
smiling flower.
That was newly born and taking cordial kisses.
From the caring sun, with the
mountain echoes
A young Gazzele coming out of shelter
I had on my lips a harp and
in hand, a red rose
Then I came nearer to her and wreathed her
She started to swing on the rainy grass.
Like a young gymnast in a forest full of yaks
With my last laughs, I moved down the hilly pass.
And filmed the oldest wooden shacks
I looked back, and she was in knots of grass.
Her baby heart was in her hand,
When her big eyes fell on a hunter, her luck ran
Exhausted, she got away over the sizzling sand,
To save her precious life like a young lass
By luck little Gazzele escaped
another life attempt.