Fancy Poem by Matloob Bokhari

FANCY
Matloob Bokhari



I listened the sound of refreshing rain,
And heard the dearest song of nightingale.
I saw baby walking in the gentle rain.
Fleecy clouds laying arms round her neck.
Silver drops in pure delight kissing her lips.
Sweet breeze blowing through her hair.
Rainbow by raindrops studded on her rosy cheeks.
I woke up when she called my name.
My soul knelt down to thank my Kind Lord
Who blessed me fancy – the greatest artist!
O! When the door of my soul is opened,
Ideas descend as soft rain from the sky.
Sitting alone by the fire in my study, I hear
Whistling wind and symphony of rain drops.
I smell wet soil, perfume of meadow flowers;
See baby appearing as a column of light
And the sky with rainbow in her hand.