Murree In Real Poem by Hassan Alamgir

The real picture is always demanding
Let's discover that
It's Murree this time!
Murree is twenty four seven!
It's three sixty five!
Let's crush all the days and nights
And investigate ten o'clock
It's about to eleven
The first rainfall is like a love letter
A letter with her components!
Sudden start and blowing winds
Thundering, drizzling, lightening and rainfall
Tree and its parts and their madness!
Tim tim on the tins
Teabags, cups and kettle
Seasonal clothing
And the great night awakening!
Above is the real image
The rest are the additions