Once Upon A Time In Chakwal… Poem by Asim Mahmood

Saw a Doraemon clad in a shawl
Cute was she, with blushing cheeks.
Her eyes got shut when she speaks
Proud neckline with a gold medal
often echoed her academic saddle
Striving in a world full of trickery and menace
She was an innocent girl with natural grace
A fighter with a vengeance
A beauty with credence
Often swore at the pretentious principal
Who tried to break her yet she was invincible
I got the honour of her catharsis
As she shared the grievances from the fascists
I loved to watch her facial gestures
when she talked of her lectures
There were colours of sunrise
and sunset on her pretty face
She wore a rainbow full of grace
In me her trust resonated
when she addressed me, "Sir"
The word still echoes in her
She was a pretty rebel as hell
In her heart many such spirits dwell
she was born on 18 December
And I was on December 19
In this cruel world we were fighting
She is one day older than I
She should admit that
but she will be shy
Initially we were not that serious
But we knew we were Sagittarius
Would that I were single
Sure we could mingle …
I still miss her voice
There are memories to rejoice
If she could become a little fragile
We may walk for an extra mile