On coming across Burquawalli,
I found love into the eyes of hers,
Attraction in her heart,
Lusciousness in her lips.
I said salam to her and she stopped by me
Smilingly
As could not hold her laughter,
Shook the hands with
And went away
As a photo negative
Which but I kept seeing her.
And that day I took the oath of
That I would bring her home
Whatever be the bone of contention,
Miss Burquawalli,
To His Coy Mistress,
The queen of my heart.
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