Thanks Dear Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

In a sad mood I was walking
With my own mind I was talking.

While returning from a funeral
I was lost in laws eternal.

When at once I saw a small girl
Far more charming than a ravishing pearl.

From some distance I watched her play
I thought she was not made of clay.

Only three or four year old
She seemed to have been made of gold.

I was much pleased to see her face
Made of delicacy and grace.

And then my delight knew no bound
As if some treasure I had found.

As she extended her small hand
Heavenly link I felt on land.

I shared hand with her with kindness
And prayed to Allah her to bless.

She again looked at me with bright eyes
Made of innocence and rare dyes.

My heart was filled with deep delight
From gloom I plunged to colorful light.

I left the place and left my heart
From the place I was to depart.

My heart was filled with thanks for her
It uttered: thanks dear, thanks dear!