Keep Living (2) Poem by Jahan Zeb

The boat moved to an Island of beauty sublime
Green grass tall trees beauteous land
Races on beech, warm sun, hand in hand
Sitting on beach the time the sun sits
Covered in one woolen shawl, we too
When the moon rises our eyes fixed
On charm of moon, I smile little
With one finger under your chin Say I
Majestic its beauty but less than your one eye
Hearing this you smile and press my hand
Feeling little shy you look at the sand
The night gets deeper, a cold breeze blows
In each others' eyes we see the move next
We move into a woodhouse, a heaven
Our own made, a palace of our dreams
Thus everyday starts our everyday ends
God from the sky His gifts to us sends.

Jahan Zaib: 26/12.2012