The Bloom On The Island Poem by M. R. Malik

Madam madam, shining diamond,
Like the bloom on lonely island;
Coming office in the morning,
Festoon it and veil the mourning.

Madam madam, we miss you all,
In thy shadow even some may call.
Who will take care us in bright sky?
See the broken hearts where you lie.

Remind our days into owl hall
Where thy voice is loved so by all;
Writing papers with thy curled smile,
Sometimes, scold us with thy life style.

Madam madam, shining diamond,
Like the bloom on lonely island;
Murmur murmur, in the class room,
Relish, flying us to spring moon.

Wailing why we couldn't find you there?
Only mysteries cuddle in blank chair!
'Bushra maam', will you come morrow?
We will be glad with no sarrow!