The Smell Of Your Piousness Poem by Farooq Kuchay

The smell of your piousness.
Adding beauty to his tender soul.
He chants your praises with melodiousness.
Because it has become his sacred goal.



The darker night looks so brighter.
For God would take his flight so higher.
Your chic face shines like a moon.
Like the coldest day broke into a beautiful noon.



You didn't adore your piousness. Why?
And the bells stop dancing in the sky.
The flowers keep blooming on the earth.
But keeping no validation and worth.



He worshipped your pious form.
But you wrecked the beautiful garden.
Both get caught in the terrible storm.
Because your blunder deserves no pardon.